“Sleep that knits up the ravel’d sleeve of care. The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath. Balm of hurt minds, Great Nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.” MACBETH II, 11.36
“Sleep that knits up the ravel’d sleeve of care. The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath. Balm of hurt minds, Great Nature’s second course, Chief nourisher in life’s feast.” MACBETH II, 11.36