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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beat with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day. William Morris—Apology to The Earthly | seealso = (See also {{sc|Bbsant, Dryden) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O, we're a' Doddin', nid, nid, noddin'; O we're a' noddin' at our house at name. Lady Nairnb—We're a' Noddin'. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago? Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt. Fool, what is sleep but the likeness of icy death? The fates shall give us a long period of rest. Ovid—Amorum. Bk. II. 10. 40. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Browne}}) | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Alliciunt somnos tempus motusque merumque. Time, motion and wine cause sleep. Ovid—Fasti. VI. 681. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Somne, quies rerum, placidissime, somne, Deorum, Pax animi, quern cura fugit, qui corda diurnis Fessa ministeriis mulces, reparasque labori! Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour! Ovid—Metamorphoses. XI. 624. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe, It grieves me sair to see thee weipe. Percy—Rellques. Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament. li Sleep, baby, sleep Thy father's watching the sheep, Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, And down drops a little dream for thee. Elizabeth Prentiss—Sleep, Baby, Sleep. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags. Proverbs. XXIII. 21. I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety. Psalms. IV. 8. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He giveth his beloved sleep. Psalms. CXXVTI. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids. Psalms. CXXXII. 4.; Proverbs. VI. 4. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Je ne dors jamais bien a mon aise sinon quand je suis au sermon, ou quand je prie Dieu. I never sleep comfortably except when I am at sermon or when I pray to God. Rabelais—Gargantua. Bk. I. Ch. XLI. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Elle s'endormit du sommeil des justes. She slept the sleep of the just. Racine—Abrigi de I'histoire de Port Royal. Vol. IV. 517. Mesnard's ed. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) He shuts up the earth, and he opens the skies. (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) C. G. D. Roberts—Sleepy Man. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Heavy Sleep, the Cousin of Death. Sackville—Sleep. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Browne}}) | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Yes; bless the man who first invented sleep (I really can't avoid the iteration) : But blast the man with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name or age or station. Who first invented, and went round advertising, That artificial cut-off—Early Rising. J. G. Saxe—Early Rising. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = "God bless the man who first invented sleep!" So Sancho Panza said and so say I; And bless him, also, that he didn't keep His great discovery to himself, nor try To make it,—as the lucky fellow might— A close monopoly by patent-right. J. G. Saxe—Early Rising. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cervantes}}) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 31. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To all, to each, a fair good-Dight, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light. Scott—Marmion. L'Envoy. To the Reader. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = O sleep, thou ape of death, Me dull upon her And be her sense but as a monument. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 31. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Browne) He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache. • Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 177. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To sleep! perchance to dream ; ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 65. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Sleep | page = 719 }}