Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.

Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.

Thank God for sleep! And when you cannot sleep, still thank Him that you live to lie awake.

The night rinses what the day hath soaped.

Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor, and so thy labor sweeten thy rest.

Sleep is to a man what winding up is to a clock.

... he that sleeps feels not the toothache.

O sleep, O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse ...

... Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, 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.

That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.