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[ Also see Action Bed Death Dreams Early Rising Insomnia Midnight Night Nightmares Peace Quiet Repose Rest Waking Weariness ]

Not poppy, nor mandragora,
  Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
    Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
      Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
      - William Shakespeare

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
  That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
    To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
      Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
        As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
          Snores out the watch of night.
      - William Shakespeare

On your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
  Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness,
    Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
      As is the difference betwixt day and night
        The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
          Begins his golden progress in the east.
      - William Shakespeare

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
  Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
      - William Shakespeare

Sleep, gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, and steep my senses in forgetfulness?
      - William Shakespeare

Sleep, that knits up the raveled sleave of care, the death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
      - William Shakespeare

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.
      - William Shakespeare

Thou lead them thus,
  Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
    With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
      - William Shakespeare

To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes,
  And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
    As infants empty of all thought.
      - William Shakespeare

To sleep, perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub;
  For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
      Must give us pause.
      - William Shakespeare

What all so soon asleep; I wish mine eyes
  Would with themselves shut up my thoughts.
      - William Shakespeare

Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
  Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
    And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
      Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
        Under the canopies of costly state,
          And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
      - William Shakespeare

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
      - William Shakespeare

And from each other look thou lead them thus
  Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
    With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Oberon at III, ii)

Shine comforts from the east,
  That I may back to Athens by daylight
    From these that my poor company detest;
      And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
        Steal me awhile from mine own company.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Helena at III, ii)

But I pray you, let none of your people stir me. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Bottom at IV, i)

O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her.
  And be her sense but as a monument,
    Thus in a chapel lying.
      - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline
         (Iachimo at II, ii)

Weariness
  Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth
    Finds the down pillow hard.
      - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline
         (Belarius at III, vi)

Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to help him to bed, I think he would change places with his officer; for look you, sir, you know not which way you shall go.
      - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline
         (Jailer at V, iv)

To die, to sleep--
  No more--and by a sleep to day we end
    The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
      That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
        Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
          To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
            For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
              When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
                Must give us pause.
      - William Shakespeare,
        Hamlet Prince of Denmark
         (Hamlet at III, i)

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
  And Nature must obey necessity.
      - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

Fast asleep? IT is no matter.
  Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
    Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies
      Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
        Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
      - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
         (Brutus at II, i)

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
  And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
    And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
      And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
        Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
          Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
            As is the difference betwixt day and night
              The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
                Begins his golden progress in the east.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Fourth, Part I
         (Glendower at III, i)

O sleep, O gentle sleep,
  Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
    That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
      And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
        Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
          Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
            And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
              Than in the perfumed chamber of the great,
                Under the canopies of costly state,
                  And lulled with sound of sweetest melody?
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Fourth, Part II
         (King Henry at III, i)

This sleep is sound indeed. This is a sleep
  That from this golden rigol hath divorced
    So many English kings.
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Fourth, Part II
         (Prince Henry at IV, v)


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