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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.
There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the
libraries of the House of read more
There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the
libraries of the House of Commons.
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.
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.
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.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished read more
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
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.