an's wealth, the prisoner's release,
The impartial judge between the high and low.
1728
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes.
1729
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth!
1730
KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456.

Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality.
1731
BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
1732
SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31.

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward into souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is,
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"He giveth His beloved sleep"?
1733
MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._

Be thy sleep
Silent as night is, and as deep.
1734
LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii.

Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number--
Let him come to thee and be thy guest.
1735
AYTOUN: _Hermotimus._

=Sloth.=

Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes,
Desirous still, but impotent to rise.
1736
SHENSTONE: _Moral Pieces._

=Sluggard.=

'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
1737
WATTS: _The Sluggard._

=Smiles.=

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
1738
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

With the smile that was childlike and bland.
1739
BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be filled.
1740
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 815.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man?--a world without a sun.
1741
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 21.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
1742
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 183.

=Smoke.=

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.
1743
MOORE: _Ballad Stanzas._

=Snail.=

The snail, whose tender horns being hit,
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,
And there, all smother'd up i