The norice 3114 of digestión, the sleep, Gan on them wink, and bade them takë keep, 3115 That muchë mirth and labour will have rest: And with a gaping 3116 mouth he all them kest, 3117 And said, that it was timë to lie down, For blood was in his dominatioún: “Cherish the blood, 3118 natúrë’s friend,” quoth he. They thanked him gaping, by two and three; And every wight gan draw him to his rest; As sleep them bade, they took it for the best. Their dreamës shall not now be told for me; Full are their headës of fumosity, 3119 That caused dreams of which there is no charge. 3120 They sleptë till that, it was primë large,