"O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down …"

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

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

"On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness: Making such difference 'twixt wa…"

"Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee And hushed with buzzing night-flies…"

"O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night! sleep wit…"

"Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking."

"O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her And be her sense but as a monument."

"To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuf…"

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