Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death

If he do bleed,. Give me the daggers. Only children are afraid of scary pictures. Test your knowledge Take the Act 2, scenes Quick Quiz. Read the Summary Read the Summary of Act 2, scenes 1—2. Popular pages: Macbeth. Take a Study Break. Original Text. Modern Text. Why, worthy thane, 45 You do unbend your noble strength to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. And she made him sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head; and she began to afflict him, and his strength went from him.

And she said, The Philistines [be] upon thee, Samson. And he awoke out of his sleep, and said, I will go out as at other times before, and shake myself. And he wist not that the LORD was departed from him. So David took the spear and the cruse of water from Saul's bolster; and they gat them away, and no man saw [it], nor knew [it], neither awaked: for they [were] all asleep; because a deep sleep from the LORD was fallen upon them.

And when thy days be fulfilled, and thou shalt sleep with thy fathers, I will set up thy seed after thee, which shall proceed out of thy bowels, and I will establish his kingdom. Otherwise it shall come to pass, when my lord the king shall sleep with his fathers, that I and my son Solomon shall be counted offenders. On that night could not the king sleep, and he commanded to bring the book of records of the chronicles; and they were read before the king.

And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens [be] no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed;. The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: and none of the men of might have found their hands.

Then the Lord awaked as one out of sleep, [and] like a mighty man that shouteth by reason of wine. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are [as] a sleep: in the morning [they are] like grass [which] groweth up. When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet. For they sleep not, except they have done mischief; and their sleep is taken away, unless they cause [some] to fall.

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, [and] thou shalt be satisfied with bread. The Baite Come live with mee, and bee my love, And wee will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and christall brookes, With silken lines, and silver hookes. There will the river whispering runne Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the Sunne.

And there the'inamor'd fish will stay, Begging themselves they may betray. When thou wilt swimme in that live bath, Each fish, which every channell hath, Will amorously to thee swimme, Gladder to catch thee, than thou him. If thou, to be so seene, beest loath, By Sunne, or Moone, thou darknest both, And if my selfe have leave to see, I need not their light, having thee. Let others freeze with angling reeds, And cut their legges, with shells and weeds, Or treacherously poore fish beset, With strangling snare, or windowie net: Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, Or curious traitors, sleavesilke flies Bewitch poore fishes wandring eyes.

For thee, thou needst no such deceit, For thou thy selfe art thine owne bait; That fish, that is not catch'd thereby, Alas, is wiser farre than I. John Donne Air and Angels Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see, But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, More subtle than the parent is Love must not be, but take a body too, And therefore what thou wert, and who I bid love ask, and now That it assume thy body, I allow, And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.

Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought, And so more steadily to have gone, With wares which would sink admiration, I saw, I had love's pinnace overfraught, Every thy hair for love to work upon Is much too much, some fitter must be sought; For, nor in nothing, nor in things Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere; Then as an angel, face and wings Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear, So thy love may be my love's sphere; Just such disparity As is 'twixt air and angels' purity, 'Twixt women's love, and men's will ever be.

At the round earth's imagined corners Holy Sonnet 7 At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall, o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.

But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space; For, if above all these, my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent; for that's as good As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.