SLEEP.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes:
Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.
Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe;
But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.
Curse of Kehama, Canto XV. R. SOUTHEY.
Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
The Tempest, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline, Act iii Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hushed and smooth!
Endymion, Bk. I. J. KEATS.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc. 2.
SHAKESPEARE.
Then Sleep and Death, two twins of wingèd race,
Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.
Iliad, Bk. XVI. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud
In gentle showers;… sing his pain
Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain.
Valentinian. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.