Don't listen to youguise, shhhh, no nightmares for you.

I'm having samosas for supper. Late-night samosas will bring pleasant sleep and dreams of friends far away and long-unseen. May your sleep be like mine, o best beloved.

Beloved, may your sleep be sound

That have found it where you fed.

What were all the world's alarms

To mighty Paris when he found

Sleep upon a golden bed

That first dawn in Helen's arms?

Sleep, beloved, such a sleep

As did that wild Tristram know

When, the potion's work being done,

Roe could run or doe could leap

Under oak and beechen bough,

Roe could leap or doe could run;

Such a sleep and sound as fell

Upon Eurotas' grassy bank

When the holy bird, that there

Accomplished his predestined will,

From the limbs of Leda sank

But not from her protecting care.