  I FROM THE ITALIAN OF GIOVANNI STROZZI Night, whom in shape so sweet thou here may'st see Sleeping, was by an Angel sculptured thus In marble, and since she sleeps hath life like us: Thou doubt'st? Awake her: she will speak to thee. II FROM THE ITALIAN OF MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI Sleep likes me well, and better yet to know I am but stone. While shame and grief must be, Good hap is mine, to feel not, nor to see: Take heed, then, lest thou wake me: ah, speak low. |
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