Corn Quote by Benjamin Franklin

Up, sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.

— Benjamin Franklin

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, you have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.

— Isaac Watts

“You can pluck up your spirits, Bluebell,” he said. “I think we’re close to the iron road.” “I wouldn’t care about my spirits,” said…

— Richard Adams

Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our pale enchanted…

— Anonymous

“a detestable, viscous place populated by slugs”

— Paul Majkut

From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till…

— Robert Southey

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

— John Keats

He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where…

— Charles Dickens

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

— Suzanne Collins

Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.

— Alexander Pope

The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox,…

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

— Philip K. Dick