Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, the 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.

William Shakespeare

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2769 “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
1788 Rich gifts are poor,if the givers prove unkind.........
2006 I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
1815 Give thy thoughts no tongue.
803 Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

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