I send you two parallels on the subject of Death and Sleep, Nature the
art of God, &c.
"How wonderful is death--
Death and his brother sleep!"
Shelley, _Queen Mab_.
"Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying
mementoes."
Sir T. Browne, _Hydriotaphia_.
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"Oh! what a wonder seems the fear of death,
Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep,
Babes, children, youths, and men,
Night following night, for threescore years and ten!"
Coleridge, _Monody on Chatterton_.
"A sleep without dreams, after a rough day
Of toil, is what we covet most; and yet
How clay slinks back from more quiescent clay!"
_Byron_ (reference lost).
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"In brief all things are artificial; for Nature is the art of
God."