O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep and do the effects of watching! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity, Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify, Weary bodies refresh and mollify. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
