Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee.
Sleep, Baby, Sleep.
But I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.william shakespeare
You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because the reality is finally better than your dreams.dr. seuss
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.walter scott
It's not the sort of night for bed anyhow; and daybreak is not so very far off...
What probing deep has ever solved the mystery of sleep?thomas bailey aldrich
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.john green
She took the cup of life to sip, too bitter 'twas to drain. She meekly put it from her lip, and went to sleep again.
O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her and be her sense but as a monument.william shakespeare
How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!Percy Bysshe Shelley
And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts, inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.william wordsworth
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse of life stood still, and nature made a pause.Edward Young
One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.George Herbert
Then Sleep and Death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.homer
Yes; bless the man who first invented sleep (I really can't avoid the iteration): But blast the man with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name or age or station, Who first invented, and went round advertising, That artificial cut-off Early Rising.john godfrey saxe
The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.Margaret George
Drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.philip sidney
Thou hast been called, O Sleep, the friend of Woe, But 'tis the happy who have called thee so.Robert Southey
All gifts but one the jealous God may keep From our soul's longing, one he cannot—sleep. This, though he grudge all other grace to prayer, This grace his closed hand cannot choose but spare.algernon charles swinburne
The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.john milton