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• Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
  -- Shakespeare, _Macbeth_...
• Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?
  To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation devoutly to be wish'd....
• Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...