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 prease Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw: O make in me…

The following metaphors like “certain knot of peace”, “baiting-place of wit”, “balm of woe”, “poor man’s wealth”, “prisoner’s release”, and “indifferent judge” are found in the first quatrain of the poem. The poet compares sleep to a judge who makes no distinction while making a judgment.

Sonnet 39, beginning ‘Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace’, is one of the most widely anthologised poems in the sequence – and this analysis is going to attempt to explain why it remains so popular.

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 prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease; I will good tribute ...

O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The poem opens with the speaker telling a personified Sleep to come (as in "come to me, help me get some shut-eye"). He apostrophizes it immediately after and calls it the "certain knot of peace," "the baiting place of wit," and the "balm of woe." Wow, that's a lot to digest.

This poem captures the universal longing for sleep and peace during times of turmoil. It reflects the Elizabethan era's interest in exploring human emotions and the search for solace in times of uncertainty.

2021年1月19日 · This is Sonnet 39 of Astrophil and Stella, also known as Come Sleep! O 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

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 press Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease;

Sonnet XXXIX: Come, Sleep! Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low. I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see. Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain… The baiting-place of wit, the balm… The poor man’s wealth, the prisone… Th’ indifferent judge between the…

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 prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw; O make in me those civil wars to cease;