“Weary with toil, I haste
me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.”—English playwright-poet William Shakespeare (1564-1616), “Sonnet 27”
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.”—English playwright-poet William Shakespeare (1564-1616), “Sonnet 27”
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