Sleep (n.) knits up the raveled sleave of care.
Sleep (n.) sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye.
Sleep (n.) is nature’s soft nurse who, if frighted, will not weigh one's eyelids down and steep one's senses in forgetfulness.
Sleep (n.) is sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’B feast.
Sleep (n.) is the balm of hurt minds.
Sleep (n.) is 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.
Sleep (n.) is the death of each day's life.
Sleep (n.) is chief nourisher in life's feast.
Sleep (n.) is restorative — it knits up the ravelled sleeve of care.
Sleep (n.) is a honey-heavy dew to be enjoyed.
Sleep (n.) is a reward for hard work — After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
Sleep (n.) is an escape — He that sleeps feels not the toothache.
Sleep (n.) is our foster-nurse of Nature.
Sleep (n.) sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.
Sleep (n.) is the balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.