_To the tune of_ “_Basciami vita mia_.”
SLEEP, baby mine, Desire’s nurse, Beauty, singeth;
Thy cries, O baby, set mine head on aching:
The babe cries, “’Way, thy love doth keep me waking.”
Lully, lully, my babe, Hope cradle bringeth
Unto my children alway good rest taking:
The babe cries, “Way, thy love doth keep me waking.”
Since, baby mine, from me thy watching springeth,
Sleep then a little, pap Content is making;
The babe cries, “Nay, for that abide I waking.”