X.

God hath set
Labor and rest, as day and night, to men
Successive, and the timely dew of sleep
Now falling with soft, slumberous weight inclines
Our eyelids.

_John Milton_.




XI.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast'
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest

_William Shakespeare_.


The innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, t
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

_William Shakespeare_.