Sleep Quotes by William Shakespeare

He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache

— William Shakespeare

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

— William Shakespeare

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

— William Shakespeare

I have not slept one wink.

— William Shakespeare

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

— William Shakespeare

“The More I Rest The More I Go In VAIN”

— William Shakespeare

To sleep perchance to dream

— William Shakespeare

“and the rest is silence”

— William Shakespeare

'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

— William Shakespeare

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

— William Shakespeare

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

— William Shakespeare

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.

— William Shakespeare

Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.

— William Shakespeare

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

— William Shakespeare

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

— William Shakespeare

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

— William Shakespeare

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another…

— William Shakespeare

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

— William Shakespeare

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what…

— William Shakespeare

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

— William Shakespeare

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

— William Shakespeare

We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

— William Shakespeare

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

— William Shakespeare

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that…

— William Shakespeare

Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd…

— William Shakespeare

He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need: If thou sorrow, he will weep; If thou wake,…

— William Shakespeare

“Macbeth does murder sleep - the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's…

— William Shakespeare

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that…

— William Shakespeare

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks…

— William Shakespeare

Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to…

— William Shakespeare

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with…

— William Shakespeare

“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds,…

— William Shakespeare

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand…

— William Shakespeare

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin…

— William Shakespeare

“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows…

— William Shakespeare

“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly…

— William Shakespeare

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring…

— William Shakespeare

Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still…

— William Shakespeare

“Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes…

— William Shakespeare

Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities.…

— William Shakespeare