From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.
Robert SoutheyTake away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied.
Robert SoutheyThou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.
Robert Southey