“My passions are all asleep from my having slumbered till nearly eleven and weakened the animal fiber all over me to a delightful sensation about three degrees on this sight of faintness -- if I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor -- but as I am I must call it laziness. In this state of effeminacy the fibers of the brain are relaxed in common with the rest of the body, and to such a happy degree that pleasure has no show of enticement and pain no unbearable frown. Neither poetry, nor ambition, nor love have any alertness of countenance as they pass by me.”
John Keats
“Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber . . .”
William Shakespeare
“'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.”
“'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again”
Isaac Watts
“Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.”
Virginia Woolf
“While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.”
Bible
“I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on...”
Christina G. Rossetti
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