When We Are Asleep, We Are All

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

Now, Blessings Light On Him That First Invented Sleep!Ê It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak; It Is Meat For The Hungry, Drink For The Thirsty, Heat For The Cold, And Cold For The Hot.Ê It Is The Current Coin That Purchases All The Pleasures Of The World Cheap, And The Balance That Sets The King And The Shepherd, The Fool And The Wise Man, Even.

They Must Needs Go Whom The Devil Drives.

Love Not What You Are But Only What You May Become.