REST.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed;
A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light,
A rosie garland, and a weary hed.
Astrophel and Stella. SIR PH. SIDNEY.
And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts,
Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.
The Excursion, Bk. IV. W. WORDSWORTH.
The wind breathed soft as lover's sigh,
And, oft renewed, seemed oft to die,
With breathless pause between,
O who, with speech of war and woes,
Would wish to break the soft repose
Of such enchanting scene!
Lord of the Isles, Canto IV. SIR W. SCOTT.
Our foster-nurse of Nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.
King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
These should be hours for necessities,
Not for delights; times to repair our nature
With comforting repose, and not for us
To waste these times.
King Henry VIII., Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Who pants for glory finds but short repose;
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
Epistles of Horace, Ep. I. Bk. I. J. DRYDEN.
Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
Paradise Lost, Bk. I. MILTON.
Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Retirement. W. COWPER.