Still it cried โSleep no more!โ to all the house: โGlamis hath murderโd sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,โMacbeth shall sleep no more!
William ShakespeareI have not slept. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
William Shakespeare