You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,—

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The May Queen.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue

All kinds of arguments and questions deep,

All replication prompt, and reason strong,

For his advantage still did wake and sleep.

To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,

He had the dialect and different skill,

Catching all passion in his craft of will.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Lover's Complaint. Line 120.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,

And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Epistle from Esopus to Maria.

Now I lay me down to take my sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep;

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove

The pangs of guilty power and hapless love!

Rest here, distressed by poverty no more;

Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;

Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine,

Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician.

Truths that wake,

To perish never.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9.

I would not have a slave to till my ground,

To carry me, to fan me while I sleep

And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth

That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29.