What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, read more

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?
This lethargy that creeps through all my senses?
Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care,
Sinks down to rest.

Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: read more

Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and
drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.

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.

[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

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.

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music read more

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is.
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"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!

Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
From my vain self, and vain things which have power
Upon my soul to make me smile or weep.
And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep.

Being on Broadway is the modern equivalent of being a monk. I sleep a lot, eat a lot, and rest read more

Being on Broadway is the modern equivalent of being a monk. I sleep a lot, eat a lot, and rest a lot.