Chapters 11
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1 01 - To Sleep - Read by ALP 1:14
To Sleep, O Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low, With shield of proof, shield me from out the prees of those fierce darts, despair at me doth throw. O make in me those civil wars to cease. I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, move not thy heavy grace, Thou shalt in me, livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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2 02 - To Sleep - Read by CCS 1:15
Come, sleep, O sleep, this certain knot of peace, the baiting place of which the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low, with shield of proof, Shield me from out the breeze of those fierce darts' despair at me doth throw. O, make in me those civil wars to cease! I will good tribute pay if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things As being thine by right, move not thy heavy grace, Thou shalt in me, livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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3 03 - To Sleep - Read by CEM 1:07
Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof, shield me from out the peace, Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw. O make in me those civil wars to cease, I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head, And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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4 04 - To Sleep - Read by CMP 1:22
To Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney. Read for LibriVox.org by Capricia Page.
Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof, shield me from out the prees of those fierce darts. Despair at me doth throw. O make in me those civil wars to cease! I will good tribute pay if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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5 05 - To Sleep - Read by DL 1:12
To Sleep, O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low, with shield of proof, Shield me from out the prees of those fierce darts, despair at me doth throw. O make in me those civil wars to cease. I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me, smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, Thou shalt in me livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.
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6 06 - To Sleep - Read by JBS 1:07
To Sleep, O Sleep, the certain art of peace, The baden place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between I and low. With shield to proof, shield me from out the breeze, Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw. O, making me those civil wars to cease, I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me, smooth pillows, sweet as bed, A chamber deft and noise and blind light, A rosy garland and a weary head, And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelyer than elsewhere, still as image see. End poem.
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7 07 - To Sleep - Read by JCM 1:14
Come, sleep! O sleep! The certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, The balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, The prisoner's release, Th'indifferent judge between the high and low, With shield of proof, shield me from out the priests, of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw. O, making me those civil wars to cease, I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head, and if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace. Thou shalt in me, livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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8 08 - To Sleep - Read by LAH 1:14
To Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof, Shield me from out the priests of those fierce darts, despair at me doth throw. O make in me those civil wars to cease! I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, move not thy heavy grace, Thou shalt in me, livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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9 09 - To Sleep - Read by LG 1:15
To Sleep Come, sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof shield me from out the prees Of those fierce darts despair it me doth throw. O make in me those civil wars to cease! I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see.
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10 10 - To Sleep - Read by RN 1:24
To Sleep by Sir Philip Sidney. RedfordLibriVox.org by Raven Notation. 2014, RavenNotation.wordpress.com Come, sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof, shield me from out the prees Of those fierce darts, despair at me doth throw. O making me those civil wars to cease, I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light, a rosy garland. And a weary head. And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelyer than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
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11 11 - To Sleep - Read by SABT 1:17
To Sleep Come, sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's welt, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low, Which shield of proof, Shield me from out the prees. Of those fierce darts, despair at me, dot trow. Oh, making me those civil wars to cease. I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou with me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, a chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, a rosy garland and a weary head. And if these things... As being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, Thou shalt in me. Lightlier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.