Close now thine eyes and rest secure; br Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure; br He that loves thee, He that keeps br And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps. br The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast br Has only peace, has only rest; br The music and the mirth of kings br Are all but very discords, when she sings; br Then close thine eyes and rest secure; br No sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.