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nor any difficulty pass'd, 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.)
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