—Shakespeare.
1794
Sleep, thou patron of mankind,
Great physician of the mind,
Who dost nor pain nor sorrow know,
Sweetest balm of every woe.
—Sophocles, born 496 B. C.
1795
Sleep has often been mentioned as the image of death, so like it, that we should not trust it without prayer.
1796
MYSTERY OF SLEEP.
What mortal knows
Whence came the tint and odor of the rose?
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
—T. B. Aldrich.