TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, Young - Side 422
av Samuel Johnson - 1810
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