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• 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...
• 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_...
• Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
  -- Ovid (43 B.C.- A.D. 17) born on Mar 20, Roman poe...
• A woman is always buying something. -- Ovid (43 B.C. - 18 A.D.)
• Ovid (43 BC -18 AD), _The Art of Love_, Book 1, 345
• Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!
  he innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd 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....
• Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee
  Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues....
• Sleep - the most beautiful experience in life - except drink. -- W. C. Field
• Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.
  -- Ovid (43 BC -18 AD)...