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.

Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and read more

Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is
meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold,
and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all
the pleasures of the world cheap; and the balance that sets the
king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even. There is
only one thing, which somebody once put into my head, that I
dislike in sleep; it is, that it resembles death; there is very
little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in
his last sleep.

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.

How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
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How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures to make room for more--
Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day
before.

Sleep is a death, O make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die:
And as read more

Sleep is a death, O make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die:
And as gently lay my head
On my grave, as now my bed.

Still believe that ever round you
Spirits float who watch and wait;
Nor forget the twain who read more

Still believe that ever round you
Spirits float who watch and wait;
Nor forget the twain who found you
Sleeping nigh the Golden Gate.

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.

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is read more

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.

Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.

Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.