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 * Shakespeare, Henry IV Part 2, Act 3, Scene 1
 * How many thousand of my poorest subjects / Are at this hour asleep! O sleep, O gentle sleep, / Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down / And steep my senses in forgetfulness? / Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, / Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee / And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, / Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, / Under the canopies of costly state, / And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?