Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,

And heard thy everlasting yawn confess

The pains and penalties of idleness.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342.

'T is now the very witching time of night,

When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

Contagion to this world.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.