But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfill all the offices of death, except to kill

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, / And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our callings that we may sleep in Thy peace and wake in Thy glory

For the last eight days I had to sleep in the jail sitting in a highly congested space.

The codes for any sleep and study space [in residence halls] are very stringent upon what we are required to do,