Luyện nghe bài hát Come, heavy sleep - First Booke of Songes, 1597, no20

Come heavy sleepe the of true death;
And close up these my weeping eyes:
Whose spring of tears stop my vitall breath,
And tears my hart with sorrows swoln cries:
and posses my tired thoughts worn soul,
That living dies, till on me be stoule.

Come shadow of my end, and of rest,
to death, child to his blackfac'd night:
Come thou and these rebels in my breast,
Whose fancies doe my mind affright.
O come sweet come, or I die for ever:
Come ere my last comes, or come never.