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If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

William Shakespeare
Jealous, Sleep, Law
William Shakespeare (2014). “The Winter's Tale: A Broadview Internet Shakespeare Edition”, p.109, Broadview Press

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

William Shakespeare
Kings, Sleep, Sound
'Henry IV, Part 2' (1597) act 4, sc. 5, l. 34

A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant.

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Dwarves, Giving
William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough, Nicholas Rowe, Samuel Johnson (1791). “Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes. To which is Now Added, a Copious Index to the Remarkable Passages and Words”, p.1320

O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world, And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice, Which scorns a modern invocation.

William Shakespeare
Passion, Sleep, Voice
William Shakespeare (2013). “Histories of Shakespeare in Plain and Simple English (a Modern Translation and the Original Version)”, p.89, BookCaps Study Guides

The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, th' unguided days And rotten times that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

William Shakespeare
Heart, Sleep, Blood
William Shakespeare (2016). “King Henry IV Part 2: Third Series”, p.363, Bloomsbury Publishing

Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord. hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

William Shakespeare
Kings, Sleep, Apes

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Eye, Sorrow
William Shakespeare (1813). “The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Twenty-one Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, to which are Added Notes”, p.438

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare
Life, Dream, Sleep
'The Tempest' (1611) act 4, sc. 1, l. 148

He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Teeth, Ache
'Cymbeline' (1609-10) act 5, sc. 4, l. [176]

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

William Shakespeare
Death, Sleep, Heart
'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Eye, Giving
'Macbeth' (1606) act 2, sc. 2, l. 52

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Counterfeit
'Macbeth' (1606) act 2, sc. 3, l. [83]

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

William Shakespeare
Fear, Sleep
William Shakespeare, George Steevens, Edmond Malone (1823). “The plays of William Shakspeare”, p.133

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

William Shakespeare
Heart, Sleep, Fighting
William Shakespeare (2001). “Hamlet”, p.412, Classic Books Company

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

William Shakespeare
Sweet, Lying, Sleep
William Shakespeare (2014). “Arden Shakespeare Complete Works”, p.1019, Bloomsbury Publishing

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Honey, Dew
'Julius Caesar' (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 230

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

William Shakespeare
Sweet, Sleep, Angel
'The Merchant of Venice' (1596-8) act 5, sc. 1, l. 54

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Night, Toil
William Shakespeare (2007). “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare”, p.506, Wordsworth Editions

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

William Shakespeare
Kings, Mean, Sleep
1597-8 King Henry. Henry IV PartTwo, act 3, sc.1, l.25-31.

On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As is the difference betwixt day and night The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east.

William Shakespeare
Team, Sleep, Night
William Shakespeare (1793). “The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes”, p.501

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

William Shakespeare
Sweet, Sleep, Eye
'Romeo And Juliet' (1595) act 2, sc. 2, l. 176

To bed, to bed; sleep kill those pretty eyes, And give as soft attachment to thy senses, As infants empty of all thought.

William Shakespeare
Sleep, Eye, Attachment
William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Edward Capell, Alexander Pope, George Steevens (1821). “The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare”, p.363

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause, there's the respect, That makes calamity of so long life

William Shakespeare
Death, Dream, Sleep
'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

To sleep perchance to dream

William Shakespeare
Dream, Sleep
'Hamlet' (1601) act 3, sc. 1, l. 56

Still it cried ‘Sleep no more!’ to all the house: ‘Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more,—Macbeth shall sleep no more!

William Shakespeare
Sleep, House, Murder
1606 Macbeth. Macbeth, act 2, sc.2, l.39-41.

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