He that sleeps feels not the toothache.

There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord. She is never sad but when she sleeps, and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently

For there was never yet a philosopher - that could endure the toothache patiently

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.Here will we sit, and let the sounds of musicCreep in our ears; soft stillness, and the nightBecome the touches of sweet harmony.

When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew