Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose. – Sir Thomas Browne