Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 23. 5 This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 35. 6 Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. 7 Fast asleep? It is no matter; 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) 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. 16 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. |