Or scorne or pity on me take,
I must the true relation make,
I am undone tonight.
Love, in a subtle dreame disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yet be durst attempt to awake;
Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the delight or spight,
But leaves me to inquire
In all my wild desire
Of sleep again, who was his aid,
And sleep so guiltie and afraid
As since he dares not come within my sight.

Ben Jonson
Sense and Sensibility