December 13, 2024

Insomnia

 

How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness? . . . . .

      Shakespeare - Henry IV, Part II,




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