“Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.”

“Oh, I am not quite sleeping.
Oh, I am fast in bed.”

“All right, big guy, down you go."

Oh, yeah. Bed. Bed was good.

"And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.”

“Oh would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now,
And have a good cry!”

“But bowed his comely head
Down as upon a bed.”

“Sleep is a death; oh, make me try
By sleeping what it is to die,
And as gently lay my head
On my grave as now my bed.”

“Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour?
Kite. Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another.”

“And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,
Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.”

“No 'Glory shall be your reward' for me. Oh, no, for me, it is, 'Stop whining' and 'Go to bed'.”

“Dear Diary,
Oh, it's all too much to explain and you wouldn't believe it anyway. I'm going to bed.
Bonnie”