The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.
Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.
Men of ill judgment ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.
Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud.
Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.
Sleep's the only medicine that gives ease.