dozen chapters
upon button-holes, both quicker and with more fame, than a single
chapter upon this.

Button-holes! there is something lively in the very idea of 'em--and
trust me, when I get amongst 'em--You gentry with great beards--look as
grave as you will--I'll make merry work with my button-holes--I shall
have 'em all to myself--'tis a maiden subject--I shall run foul of no
man's wisdom or fine sayings in it.

But for sleep--I know I shall make nothing of it before I begin--I am no
dab at your fine sayings in the first place--and in the next, I cannot
for my soul set a grave face upon a bad matter, and tell the world--'tis
the refuge of the unfortunate--the enfranchisement of the prisoner--the
downy lap of the hopeless, the weary, and the broken-hearted; nor could
I set out with a lye in my mouth, by affirming, that of all the soft and
delicious functions of our nature, by which the great Author of it, in
his bounty, has been pleased to recompence the sufferings wherewith his
justice and his good pleasure has wearied us--that this is the chiefest
(I know pleasures worth ten of it); or what a happiness it is to man,
when the anxieties and passions of the day are over, and he lies
down upon his back, that his soul shall be so seated within him, that
whichever way she turns her eyes, the heavens shall look calm and sweet
above her--no desire--or fear--or doubt that troubles the air, nor any
difficulty past, present, or to come, that the imagination may not pass
over without offence, in that sweet secession.

'God's blessing,' said Sancho Panca, 'be upon the man who first invented
this self-same thing called sleep--it covers a man all over like a
cloak.' Now there is more to me in this, and it speaks warmer to my
heart and affections, than all the dissertations squeez'd out of the
heads of the learned together upon the subject.

--Not that I altogether disapprove of what Montaigne advances upon
it--'tis admirable in its way--(I quote by memory.)

The world enjoys other pleasures, says he, as they do that of sleep,
without tasting or feeling it as it slips and passes by.--We should
study and ruminate upon it, in order to render proper thanks to him
who grants it to us.--For this end I cause myself to be disturbed in my
sleep, that I may the better and more sensibly relish it.--And yet I
see few, says he again, who live with less sleep, when need requires; my
body is capable of a firm, but not of a violent and sudde