William Shakespeare Quotes on Sleep (30 Quotes)

Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;
Dream of success and happy victory.

Men may sleep, and
they may have their throats about them at that time; and some say
knives have edges.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
So many English kings.

He is not lolling on a lewd love-bed,
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul.

Methought I heard a voice cry Sleep no more Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep, 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 n

I'll pray, and then I'll sleep.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

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.

I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath
ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth- to sleep.

So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrows eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

'Tis dangerous to take a
cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of
this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me If I do wake, some planet strike me down, That I may slumber in eternal sleep.

To be, or not to be that is the question Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and, by a sleep to say we end.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve 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.

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both.

O sleep O gentle sleep Natures soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh mine eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness Why, rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumd chambers of the great, Under canopies of costly state, And lulld with sound of sweetest melody.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,
Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
Awak'd the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

Faith, I'll lie down and sleep.

Day, night, late, early,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man-
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love;
I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!

Keeper, I prithee sit by me awhile;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

Macduff What three things does drink especially provoke Porter Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no damned drugs, here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep.

That, if then I had waked after a long sleep, will make me sleep again and then, in dreaming, the clouds me thought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me that, when I waked I cried to dream again.

We are such stuff As dreams are made of, And our little life Is rounded with a sleep.