Sonnet XLV: Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night

XLV
  Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
 Brother to Death, in silent darkness born:
 Relieve my languish, and restore the light,
 With dark forgetting of my cares, return;
 And let the day be time enough to mourn
 The shipwreck of my ill-adventur'd youth:
 Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
 Without the torment of the night's untruth.
 Cease dreams, th' imagery of our day-desires,
  To model forth the passions of the morrow;
  Never let rising sun approve you liars,
  To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.
  Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain;
  And never wake to feel the day's disdain.