Good Night Qatar... time to sleep

O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfum’d chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?

[Yeah, before Hazilana googles the above lines, shares her discovery by posting the link, and a barrage of mocking remarks follow, let me loudly say, this is from Shakespeare]

Good night everyone.