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Sleep

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.

Beowulf

Conscience which is the sentinel of the soul, falls asleep. Surrounded as he is with worldly cares, that sleep is too profound; for a killer is at hand who shoots wickedly from his bow. Then the man is off his guard and is pierced right to the heart by a bitter arrow against which he does not know how to defend himself: the sinister promptings of the devil.

Thomas Aquinas

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.

 

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