"Sweet sleep with promised peace my soul did buoy,

  But I to bitter warfare wake anew;

  Sweet sleep but brought with it fallacious joy,

  But — sure and bitter — waking ills ensue.

  If falsehood so delight and truth annoy,

  Never more may I see or hear what's true!

  If sleeping brings me weal, and watching woe,

  The pains of waking may I never know!