Xxxvi

The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast, And the sad humour° loading their eye liddes, As messenger of Morpheus° on them cast Sweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes. Unto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes: Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes, He to this study goes, and there amiddes His Magick bookes and artes° of sundry kindes, He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes.