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

That man is blest who does his best and leaves the rest.

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.