The unhappy Baron... that Nyght had Neyther Breade nor Broth, and therefore he fared accordynge to the Prouerbe: He that goeth to bed supperlesse, lyeth in his Bed restlesse.

He wanted to pray but couldn't because he no longer believed. Prayer was just an intense wishing.

Edward the Confessor
Slept under the dresser.
When that began to pall,
He slept in the hall.

Then he went off to bed.

Harold prayed that he was either insane or not insane.

Mr. Salteena was an elderly man of 42 and was fond of asking peaple to stay with him.

He soon retires (i.e., into a cloister) who finds religion late.

Narrated `Aisha: Allah's Messenger said, "If anyone of you feels drowsy while praying he should go to bed (sleep) till his slumber is over because in praying while drowsy one does not know whether one is asking for forgiveness or for a bad thing for oneself."

He is thinking quietly: I should not have got out of the habit of prayer.

I do not pretend to go to sleep. How can I? If Anderson does not accept terms—at four—the orders are—he shall be fired upon. </br> I count four—St. Michael chimes. I begin to hope. At half-past four, the heavy booming of a cannon. </br> I sprang out of bed. And on my knees—prostrate—I prayed as I never prayed before.

It was his custom to stay in bed until noon, and he remained there during most of the earlier dictations, clad in a handsome dressing gown, propped against great snowy pillows. He loved this loose luxury and ease and found it conducive to thought. On a little table beside him, where lay his cigars, papers, pipes, and various knickknacks, shone a reading lamp, making more brilliant his rich coloring and the gleam of his shining hair. There was daylight, too, but it was north light and the winter days were dull, the walls of the room a deep, unreflecting red. His bed was a carved antique affair, its outlines blending into the luxuriant background. The whole, focusing to the striking central figure, made a picture of classic value.
His talk was absorbingly interesting—it never failed to be that, even when it left something to be desired as history. Mark Twain's memory had become capricious and his vivid imagination did not always supply his story with crystal accuracy.

I have some times seen actions as various as they were great, and my own sullen fate hath forced me to severall courses of life, but I finde not one hitherto which ends not in surfeits or satietie. Let us fansie a man as fortunate as this world can make him; what doth he do but move from bed to board, and provide for the circumstances of those two scenes? To day hee eates and drinkes, then sleeps, that hee may doe the like to morrow.

Ward: A brother asked Abba Poemen, "How should a man behave?"
The old man said to him, "Look at Daniel: no-one found anything in him to complain about except for his prayers to the Lord his God."

And so to bed.