...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 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 ! Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 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 ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...audacious eloquence." Shakespeare, Ibid. •— • — — " Sleep, 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 forgetfilness!" Shakespeare, Hen. IV. " In the first rank of these did Zimri stand...

...more sweetly embodied than in the opening apostrophe, " Sleep ! 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 ?" But indeed the whole speech is so full of truth and beauty, comes...

...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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 ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,. Upon uneasy pallets...

...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O gentle sleep ! ' Nature's soft nurs« ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, Sleep, lie»t thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — 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 ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at thk hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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 ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this h»ur asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, man , mortal men, mortal men ! //,,,,'. Ay, but, sir steep my senses in forgRtfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...