1 You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
2 Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
3 The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures.
4 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep.
5 But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep.
6 Thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.
7 A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
8 This disease is beyond my practice: yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep, who have died holily in their beds.
9 But let the frame of things disjoint, Both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly.
10 Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
11 Since his Majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
12 Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him.