Morpheus, The Liuely Sonne Of Deadly Sleepe, Witnesse Of Life To Them That Liuing Die, A Prophet Oft, And Oft An Historie, A Poet Eke, As Humours Fly Or Creepe; Since Thou In Me So Sure A Pow'R Dost Keepe, That Neuer I With Clos'D-Vp Sense Do Lie, But By Thy Worke My Stella I Descrie, Teaching Blind Eyes Both How To Smile And Weepe; Vouchsafe, Of All Acquaintance, This To Tell, Whence Hast Thou Ivory, Rubies, Pearl, And Gold, To Shew Her Skin, Lips, Teeth, And Head So Well? Foole! Answers He; No Indes Such Treasures Hold; But From Thy Heart, While My Sire Charmeth Thee, Sweet Stellas Image I Do Steal To Mee.