| "Again to that accustom'd couch must creep |
| Where joy subsides, and sorrow sighs to sleep." |
After day's fitful fever he sleeps well: and rest, a few short hours of it, is due to that perturbed spirit, which now,
| ….O'erlabour'd with his being's strife, |
| Shrinks to that sweet forgetfulness of life… |
| That sleep, the loveliest, since it dreams the least. |
| (Lara.) |