The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or
much: but the abundance of the read more

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

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: read more

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait
At the portcullis, at thy castle gate,
Longing read more

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait
At the portcullis, at thy castle gate,
Longing to see the charmed door of dreams
Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.

Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.

What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?

Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and read more

Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same 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. It is the current coin that purchases all
the pleasures of the world cheap; and the balance that sets the
king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even. There is
only one thing, which somebody once put into my head, that I
dislike in sleep; it is, that it resembles death; there is very
little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in
his last sleep.

Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May read more

Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!