astrophel and stella

• xxxix
  come, sleepe! o sleepe, the certaine knot of peace,
  the baiting-place of wit, the balme of woe,
  the poor mans wealth, the prisoners release,
  th' indifferent iudge betweene the high and low!
  -astrophel and stella
  1591
  sidney
  
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  methought i heard a voice cry, sleep no more:
  macbeth does murther sleep, the innocent sleep,
  sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of case,
  he death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
  balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
  chief nourisher in life's feast.
  -macbeth
  1601-08(?)
  shakespeare
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