Adam laid himself down in Paradise to sleep
While from him was taken a wife to keep.
Adam poor father of creation’s best
Your first taste of sleep was your last of rest.

We plough the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine
And soft refreshing rain.

On the Rhine, on the Rhine, there grow our vines. [Ger., Am Rhein, am Rhein, da wachsen uns're Reben.]

Voltaire and Shakespeare! He was all The other feigned to be. The flippant Frenchman speaks: I weep; And Shakespeare weeps with me.

What hath night to do with sleep?

The fuss about terrorism is unnecessary. If they really care about us, there wouldn't have been so much bloodshed and trauma. The rich (government included) play a lot of politics with the lives of the poor...their attitude is disgusting to say the least.