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Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee

And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,

Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,

And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 9.

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
Snores out the watch of night.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 23.

5

This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
So many English kings.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 35.

6

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.
Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 296.

7 Fast asleep? It is no matter;
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber;
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 229.

8 Bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death.

King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 118.

9

Sleep shall neither night nor day

Hang upon his pent-house lid.

Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 19.

10

Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 35.

11

Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 36.

12

Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!

Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 81.

(See also BROWNE)

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Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 435.

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But I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 42.

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