On
a
Gentleman
and
his
Wife
visiting
a
Lady
.
He
sleeping
the
while
.
Extempore
.
Spoke
by
Morpheus
.
Pardon
,
fair
Nymph
,
I
durst
exert
my
Power
,
Invade
your
Rights
in
a
facetious
Hour
;
With
gentle
Slumbers
seal
those
wondring
Eyes
,
That
might
;
unweary'd
on
such
Beauties
gaze
:
My
Strength
had
fail'd
had
not
your
Forces
joyn'd
,
And
your
own
conquering
Charms
first
struck
him
blind
;
Your
softer
Graces
did
his
Soul
intrance
,
Or
I
in
vain
should
to
the
Sence
advance
.
All
the
Mysterious
One
I
did
not
seize
,
But
spar'd
that
part
which
was
most
like
to
please
;
She
whose
diverting
Tongue
could
entertain
,
With
choice
Collections
from
each
Poet's
Brain
:
But
see
my
Fetters
could
not
bind
him
long
,
He
humbly
sues
for
Pardon
and
a
Song
,
From
your
soft
Voice
which
turns
the
Soul
to
Ear
,
And
drousie
as
I
am
,
I'll
stay
to
hear
:
If
I
with
Nods
should
to
the
Tune
keep
time
,
It
is
at
worst
,
but
a
complaisant
Crime
:
Oh
with
what
Joy
!
my
Godhead
I'd
forsake
,
Might
you
for
ever
Sing
,
and
I
for
ever
Wake
.