And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.-Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd,

-Shakspere. Hamlet (Hamlet), Act III.,
Sc. I.

Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix, -Translation of Lines, quoted by Sir Ed. Coke.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas,
Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly

please.

-Spenser.

Sleep, death's ally.

-Southwell. St. Peter's Complaint.

Shake off this drowsy sleep, death's counterfeit, -Shakspere. Macbeth (Macduff), Act II., Sc. III.

O sleep, thou ape of death. -Shakspere. Cymbeline (Iachimo), Act II., Sc. III.

Care-charmer sleep, son of the sable night,

Brother to Death.

-S. Daniel.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come.

-Wordsworth.

Ode V.

Life a dream in Death's eternal sleep.
-James Thomson. Philosphy, II.

Death, so call'd, is a thing which makes men

weep,

And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.

-Byron. Don Juan, Can. XIV., St. 3.

Who sleeps the longest is the happiest;
Death is the longest sleep.

-Southern. The Fatal Marriage (Isabella),
Act V., Sc. II.

Sweet nurse of nature, over the senses creep. -Churchill.

It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labor of the day is gone. A gentle failure of the perceptions creeps over you; the spirit of consciousness disengages itself once more, and with slow and hushing degrees, like a mother detaching her hand from that of a sleeping child, the mind seems to have a balmy lid closing over it, like the eye,—it is closed, the mysterious spirit has gone to take its airy rounds.

-Leigh Hunt.

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.

-Shakspere.

Sleep, thou repose of all things; Sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who dost soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.

- Ovid.

Sleep, the antechamber of the grave.

-Richter,

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

-Shakspere.

and

The long sleep of death closes our scars, the short sleep of life our wounds. Sleep is the half of time which heals us.

-Richter.

God gives sleep to the bad, in order that the good may be undisturbed.

-Saadi.

Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds " shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.

-Bulwer Lytton.

Balm that tames all anguish, saint that evil thoughts and aims takest away, and into souls dost creep, like to a breeze from heaven.

-Wordsworth.

Blessings light on him that first invented sleep! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot;

in short, money that buys everything, balance and weights that make the shepherd equal to the monarch, and the fool to the wise; there is only one evil in sleep, as I have heard, and it is that it resembles death, since between a dead and sleeping man there is but little difference.

-Cervantes.

Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor; and so shall thy labor sweeten thy rest.

-Quarles.

Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
Ten to the world allot, and all to Heaven.

-Sir W. Jones. Ode in Imitation of
Alcaus.

Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more,

Days of danger, nights of waking.

-Sir W. Scott. The Lady of the Lake,
Can. I., XXXI.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much but the fulness of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

-Ecclesiastes, Chap. V., ver. 12.

The sleeping and the dead,

Are but as pictures.

-Shakspere. Macbeth (Lady Macbeth),
Act II., Sc. II.