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 Copy Share Image
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep. — 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
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 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
“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 Copy Share Image
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Indeed, sir, he that sleeps feels not the toothache; but a man that were to sleep your sleep, and a hangman to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
