CHAPTER XLIV

OF SLEEP

Reason directs that we should always go the same way, but not always at

the same pace. And, consequently, though a wise man ought not so much to

give the reins to human passions as to let him deviate from the right

path, he may, notwithstanding, without prejudice to his duty, leave it to

them to hasten or to slacken his speed, and not fix himself like a

motionless and insensible Colossus. Could virtue itself put on flesh and

blood, I believe the pulse would beat faster going on to assault than in

going to dinner: that is to say, there is a necessity she should heat and

be moved upon this account. I have taken notice, as of an extraordinary

thing, of some great men, who in the highest enterprises and most

important affairs have kept themselves in so settled and serene a calm,

as not at all to break their sleep. Alexander the Great, on the day

assigned for that furious battle betwixt him and Darius, slept so

profoundly and so long in the morning, that Parmenio was forced to enter

his chamber, and coming to his bedside, to call him several times by his

name, the time to go to fight compelling him so to do. The Emperor Otho,

having put on a resolution to kill himself that night, after having

settled his domestic affairs, divided his money amongst his servants, and

set a good edge upon a sword he had made choice of for the purpose, and

now staying only to be satisfied whether all his friends had retired in

safety, he fell into so sound a sleep that the gentlemen of his chamber

heard him snore. The death of this emperor has in it circumstances

paralleling that of the great Cato, and particularly this just related

for Cato being ready to despatch himself, whilst he only stayed his hand

in expectation of the return of a messenger he had sent to bring him news

whether the senators he had sent away were put out from the Port of

Utica, he fell into so sound a sleep, that they heard him snore in the

next room; and the man, whom he had sent to the port, having awakened him

to let him know that the tempestuous weather had hindered the senators

from putting to sea, he despatched away another messenger, and composing

again himself in the bed, settled to sleep, and slept till by the return

of the last messenger he had certain intelligence they were gone. We may

here further compare him with Alexander in the great and dangerous storm

that threatened him by the sedition of the tribune Metellus, who,

attempting to publish a decree for the calling in of Pompey with his army

into the city at the time of Catiline’s conspiracy, was only and that

stoutly opposed by Cato, so that very sharp language and bitter menaces

passed betwixt them in the senate about that affair; but it was the next

day, in the forenoon, that the controversy was to be decided, where

Metellus, besides the favour of the people and of Caesar--at that time of

Pompey’s faction--was to appear accompanied with a rabble of slaves and

gladiators; and Cato only fortified with his own courage and constancy;

so that his relations, domestics, and many virtuous people of his friends

were in great apprehensions for him; and to that degree, that some there

were who passed over the whole night without sleep, eating, or drinking,

for the danger they saw him running into; his wife and sisters did

nothing but weep and torment themselves in his house; whereas, he, on the

contrary, comforted every one, and after having supped after his usual

manner, went to bed, and slept profoundly till morning, when one of his

fellow-tribunes roused him to go to the encounter. The knowledge we have

of the greatness of this man’s courage by the rest of his life, may

warrant us certainly to judge that his indifference proceeded from a soul

so much elevated above such accidents, that he disdained to let it take

any more hold of his fancy than any ordinary incident.

In the naval engagement that Augustus won of Sextus Pompeius in Sicily,

just as they were to begin the fight, he was so fast asleep that his

friends were compelled to wake him to give the signal of battle: and this

was it that gave Mark Antony afterwards occasion to reproach him that he

had not the courage so much as with open eyes to behold the order of his

own squadrons, and not to have dared to present himself before the

soldiers, till first Agrippa had brought him news of the victory

obtained. But as to the young Marius, who did much worse (for the day of

his last battle against Sylla, after he had marshalled his army and given

the word and signal of battle, he laid him down under the shade of a tree

to repose himself, and fell so fast asleep that the rout and flight of

his men could hardly waken him, he having seen nothing of the fight), he

is said to have been at that time so extremely spent and worn out with

labour and want of sleep, that nature could hold out no longer. Now,

upon what has been said, the physicians may determine whether sleep be so

necessary that our lives depend upon it: for we read that King Perseus of

Macedon, being prisoner at Rome, was killed by being kept from sleep; but

Pliny instances such as have lived long without sleep. Herodotus speaks

of nations where the men sleep and wake by half-years, and they who write

the life of the sage Epimenides affirm that he slept seven-and-fifty

years together.

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