1 Break not your sleeps for that.
2 A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
3 He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps.
4 Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain.
5 My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep.
6 Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
7 And, sister, as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant, do not sleep, But let me hear from you.
8 Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep, So runs the world away.
9 Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
10 Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen at once dispatch'd: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhous'led, disappointed, unanel'd; No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.