"Although I stayed at his house frequently, I never knew when he got any sleep at night, for as has been said 'he had a Johnsonian horror of going to bed'. With Chaucer, whom he knew so well, he must have muttered:
And also domb as any stoon
Thou sittest at another book
Tyl fully dashed ys thy look.
So many books were left unfinished; so many were never printed[...]." - d'Ardenne,