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 weary weeping
spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
And my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries:
Come and posses my thoughts worn soul,
That dies, till thou on me be stoule.

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