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 SLEEP

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. Sir Thomas Browne—Beligio Medici. Pt. II. Sec. XII. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Daniel, Fletcher, Homer, Ovid, Sackville, Cymbeline, Macbeth, Shelley, Spenser, Vergil) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 5 | text = How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures to make room for more— Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day before. E. B. Browning—A Child Asleep. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is. Forgift or grace, surpassing this— "He giveth His beloved sleep." E. B. Browning—The Sleep. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely— One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly. E. B. Browning—Sleeping and Watching Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. | author = Byron | work = The Dream. St. 1. SLEEP Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all the pleasures of the world cheap: and the balance that sets the king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even. There is only one thing, which somebody once put into my head, that I dislike in sleep; it is, that it resembles death; there is very little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in his last sleep. | author = Cervantes | work = Don Quixote. | place = Pt. II. Ch. LXVIII. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Saxe}}) | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It is not good a sleping hound to wake. Chaucer—Troilus. I. 640. Wake not a sleeping lion. The Countryman's New Commonwealth. (1647) Esveiller le chat qui dort. Rabelais—Pantagruel. Wake not a sleeping wolf. Henry IV. Pt. II. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven That slid into my soul. Coleridge—Ancient Mariner. Pt. V. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth! Coleridge—Dejection. An Ode. St. 8. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relieve my languish, and restore the light. Samuel Daniel—Sonnet. 46. To Delia. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes. George Darley—Waking Song. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. Thos. Dekker—The Comedy of Patient Grissil. (Play written by Dekker, Henry Chettle, Wm. Houghton.) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = Sister Simplicitie! Sing, sing a song to me,— Sing me to sleep! Some legend low and long, Slow as the summer song Of the dull Deep. Sidney Dobell—A Sleep Song. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 717 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Two gates the silent house of Sleep adorn: Of polished ivory this, that of transparent horn: True visions through transparent horn arise; Through polished ivory pass deluding lies. Dryden—Æneid. Bk. VI. 894. Same in {{sc|Pope}}'s trans, of Odyssey. Bk. XIX. 562. 'See also Morris)