|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Blessed be he who first invented sleep; it covers a man all over like a cloak.|
|I wish I could write a chapter upon sleep. It is a fine subject.|
Sterne.Tristram Shandy, Vol. III. Chap. XV.
|The mystery of folded sleep.|
Tennyson.A Dream of Fair Women.
|More he had spoke, but sudden vapours rise,|
And with their silken cords tie down his eyes.
Dr. Garth.The Dispensary, Canto I. last Lines.
|Death, so calld, is a thing which makes men weep,|
And yet a third of life is passd in sleep.
Byron.Don Juan, Canto XIV. Stanza 3.
|Sleep, that knits up the ravelld sleeve of care,|
The death of each days life, sore labours bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great Natures second course,
Chief nourisher in lifes feast.
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act II. Scene 2. (To his Lady after the murder.)
|Tired Natures sweet restorer, balmy sleep!|
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes;
. . . . . flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Dr. Young.Night I. Line 1.
|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 labour.|
Ovid.Meta. Book XI. Line 623. (Rileys Transl.)
| O Sleep, O gentle sleep!|
Natures soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part II. Act III. Scene 1. (The King, solus.)
|Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrows eye.|
Shakespeare.Midsummer Nights Dream, Act III. Scene 2. (Helena.)
|Oer my limbs sleeps soft dominion spread.|
Dr. Young.Night I. Line 92.
|And I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.|
Shakespeare.Midsummer Nights Dream, Act IV. Scene 1. (Bottom to Titania.)
|Let me sleep on and do not wake me yet.|
Longfellow.The Spanish Student, Act III. Scene 5.
|Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.|
Homer.The Odyssey, Buckleys Transl., 177. Spenser.The Faërie Queen, Book II. Canto VII. Stanza 25.
|They who make the least of death, consider it as having a great resemblance to sleep.|
Cicero.Tusculan Disputations, Book I. Div. 38. (Yonges Transl.)
|Sleep and death, two twins of winged race,|
Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.
Popes Homer.The Iliad, Book XVI. Line 831.
|Silent in the tangles soft involvd of death-like sleep.|
Dyer.The Fleece, Book II.
|Deaths half-brother, sleep.|
Dryden.The Æneid, Book VI.
|How wonderful is death, death and his brother, sleep!|
Shelley.Queen Mab, Line 1. Broome.The gods and Titans.
|Sleep, whence thou shalt neer awake;|
Night, where dawn shall never break.
Burns.Friars Garse, On Nithside, Line 49.
|Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,|
Cheerless night that knows not morrow!
Burns.Raving Winds, Verse 1.
|Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast,|
And the sleep be on thee cast,
That shall neer know waking.
Scott.Guy Mannering, Chap. XXVII. (1829.)
|That sleep which seemd as it would neer awake.|
Byron.Don Juan, Canto II. Stanza 146. (1819, January.)
|And weeping then she made her moan,|
The night comes on that knows not morn,
When I shall cease to be all alone,
To live forgotten and love forlorn.
Tennyson.Mariana in the South, last Verse.
|Well, sleep thy fill, and take thy soft reposes;|
But know, withal, sweet tastes have sour closes;
And he repents in thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.
Quarles.Book I. No. VII. Stanza 3.
|Sleeping within mine orchard,|
My custom always in the afternoon.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act I. Scene 5. (The Ghost to Hamlet.)
| Sleep no more,|
Macbeth does murther sleep.
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act II. Scene 2. Lloyd.The Actor.
|And hast thou killd him sleeping?|
Shakespeare.Midsummer Nights Dream, Act III. Scene 2. (Hermia to Demetrius.)
|Coward, wilt thou murder slumber?|
Longfellow.Frithiops Temptation. (From the Swedish.)
|Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.|
Scott.Lord of the Isles, Canto V. Stanza 21.
|Shake off this downy sleep, deaths counterfeit,|
And look on death itself.
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act II. Scene 3. (Macduff.)
|Is there aught in sleep can charm the wise?|
To lie in dead oblivion, losing half
The fleeting moments of too short a life;
Who would in such a gloomy state remain
Longer than Nature craves.
|Never sleep the sun up.|
Rise to prevent the sun.
Vaughan.Rules and Lessons, Verse 2.
|How many sleep who kept the world awake!|
Dr. Young.Night IX. Line 58.
|And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowerd,|
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
Campbell.The Soldiers Dream, Verse 1.