Repose

"But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell."

"To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flames from wasting by repose."

"The wind breath'd soft as lover's sigh, And, oft renew'd, seem'd 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!"

"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."

"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."

"The best of men have ever loved repose: They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day."

"Dulcis et alta quies, placidæque simillima morti."

"What sweet delight a quiet life affords."

"The toils of honour dignify repose."

"Study to be quiet."

"Deus nobis hæc otia fecit."

"Chacun s'égare, et le moins imprudent, Est celui-là qui plus tôt se repent."