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.
RETRIBUTION.
The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree
I planted—they have torn me, and I bleed;
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.
We but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips.
Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart.
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.
Remember Milo's end,
Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.
Essays on Translated Verse. W. DILLON.