For then is Tarquin brought unto his bed, (121)
Intending weariness with heavy spright; (122)
For, after supper, long he questioned (123)
With modest Lucrece, and wore out the night: (124)
Now leaden slumber with life's strength doth fight;
And every one to rest themselves betake, (126)
Save thieves, and cares, and troubled minds, that wake.