How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, / By all their country's wishes blest!

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest!

Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings;Sole comforter to minds with grief opprest

For a time I hovered in that peaceful dreamland where nothing at all works properly but everything is okay.

All right,’ Nico relented. ‘Maybe a little …’ He managed to take off his aviator jacket and wad it into a pillow before he keeled over and began to snore.

I am sure that the vice president's staff wishes that they had abided by the cardinal rule, which is that you get the good news out the door as fast as possible, and you get the bad news out the door even faster.