C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Sweet pillows, sweetest bed;
A chamber deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
Sir Philip Sidney.
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe.
Isaac De Benserade.
Oh! thou gentle scene
Of sweet repose; where by th oblivious draught
Of each sad toilsome day to peace restord. Unhappy mortals lose their woes awhile.
There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.
Night is the time for rest;
How sweet when labours close,
To gather round an aching breast
The curtain of repose;
Stretch the tird limbs, and lay the head Down on our own delightful bed.
It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labor of the day is gone.
8 Bed is a bundle of paradoxes; we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; and we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.