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Shakespeare: sleep no more

Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep’, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve 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,–

Shakespeare – Macbeth (2.2)

How are you sleeping?

Ah, the curtained sleep, neglected partner of exercise and eating well.

Ravel up the sleeve of care; be nourished in life’s feast!

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