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.
Religio Medici, Pt. II. Sec. 12. SIR T. BROWNE.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
Aurengzebe, Act iv. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.
Death, so called, is a thing that makes men weep,
And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Don Juan, Canto XIV. LORD BYRON.
Let no man fear to die; we love to sleep all,
And death is but the sounder sleep.
Humorous Lieutenant. F. BEAUMONT.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay,
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.
Colin and Lucy. T. TICKELL.
DECEIT.
An evil soul producing holy witness
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile,
And well it fed him; he looked plump and fair.
While rankest venom foamed through every vein.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.
The world is still deceived with ornament,
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damnèd error, but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod.
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.
De Montford, Act i. Sc. 2. J. BAILLIE.