...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 eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...Sleep. HOW many thoufands of my pooreft fubje&s Are at this hour afleep ! — O fleep, O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That...thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetf ulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching...

...Sleep. HOW many thoufands of my pooreft fubjects Are at this hour afleep !—O fleep, O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That...thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching...

...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, Hest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...wavering multitude, Can play upon it. On SLEEP. (SHAKESPEARE.) -O GEN TIE Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, ly'st thou in smoaky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...fuccefsfully is life and action given even to fleep : Sing Henry. How many thoufands of my pooreft. fubjects Are at this hour afleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's...no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets llretching...

...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 i Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...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...

...perhaps exclaimed, like another prince, in similar perplexity, 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 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...