"For is there aught in Sleep can charm the wise? To lie in dead oblivion, loosing half The fleeting moments of too short a life— * * * * * * Who would in such a gloomy state remain Longer than Nature craves?"

"For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext."

"When in the down I sink my head, Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath."

"That was an overdraft on tomorrow—I know I need to pay it back with quiet and sleep."

"And on their lids * * * The baby Sleep is pillowed."

"I let fall the windows of mine eyes."

"Thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death."

"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."

"And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts, Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness."

"Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company."

"But I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me."

"How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!"

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

"Tu dors, Brutus, et Rome est dans les fers."

"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head."

"Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep."

"Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast."

"Deep rest and sweet, most like indeed to death's own quietness."

"'Tis the voice of the sluggard I hear him complain; "You've waked me too soon, I must slumber again. * * * * * * A little more sleep and a little more slumber.""

"Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid."

"Who can wrestle against Sleep?—Yet is that giant very gentleness."

"Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was not good After sun-rising; far day sullies flowres. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sin glut, And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut."

"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."

"Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer, And, though death's image, to my couch repair; How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie, And, without dying, O how sweet to die!"

"Bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death."

"Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!"

"Softly, O midnight hours! Move softly o'er the bowers Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair: For ye have power, men say, Our hearts in sleep to sway And cage cold fancies in a moonlight snare."

"Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep."

"All gifts but one the jealous God may keep From our soul's longing, one he cannot—sleep. This, though he grudge all other grace to prayer, This grace his closed hand cannot choose but spare."

"She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart, The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart. She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest."

"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?"

"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."

"Thou hast been called, O Sleep, the friend of Woe, But 'tis the happy who have called thee so."

"The mystery Of folded sleep."

"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?"

"He sleeps by day More than the wild-cat."

"Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes."

"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."

"Notably, most studies concerned the effects of sleep apnea or snoring on relationship functioning. It seems plausible that relationship functioning would also suffer as a result of numerous other sleep disorders, including narcolepsy or insomnia. However, to our knowledge, most research concerning other sleep disorders beyond SDB and psychosocial functioning has not included a specific measure of close relationship functioning, or did not specifically address the association between sleep disturbance per se and relationship functioning."

"Remember how you used to say, can't stay up late? A minute later and we're older now, I can't stay awake."

"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."

"This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings."

"We’re operating a huge sleep experiment, worldwide, unlike anything anyone has ever done. We have 250 million nights of sleep in our database, and we’re using all the latest technologies to make sense of it."

"He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache."

"Heavy Sleep, the Cousin of Death."

"Yes; bless the man who first invented sleep (I really can't avoid the iteration): But blast the man with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name or age or station, Who first invented, and went round advertising, That artificial cut-off—Early Rising."

"When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) He shuts up the earth, and he opens the skies. (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)"

""God bless the man who first invented sleep!" So Sancho Panza said and so say I; And bless him, also, that he didn't keep His great discovery to himself, nor try To make it,—as the lucky fellow might— A close monopoly by patent-right."

"I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids."

"Je ne dors jamais bien à mon aise sinon quand je suis au sermon, ou quand je prie Dieu."