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 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. 
 Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
 Tired of all the playing,
  Sleep with smile the sweeter for
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 Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
 Tired of all the playing,
  Sleep with smile the sweeter for
   That you dropped away in!
    On your curls' full roundness stand
     Golden lights serenely--
      One cheek, pushed out by the hand,
       Folds the dimple inly. 
 The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or 
much: but the abundance of the read more 
 The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or 
much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to 
sleep. 
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a read more
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'
 How happy he whose toil
 Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
  A pleasing lassitude; he not read more 
 How happy he whose toil
 Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
  A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
   Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
    His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
     In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
      Of Sleep with double nutriment descend. 
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
 Sleep hath its own world,
 A boundary between the things misnamed
  Death and existence: Sleep hath its read more 
 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,
    And dreams in their development have breath,
     And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.