We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe;
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The impartial judge between the high and low.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes.
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth!
KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456.
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality.
BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1.
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward into 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"?
MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._
Be thy sleep
Silent as night is, and as deep.
LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii.
Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number--
Let him come to thee and be thy guest.