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In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease: Only Buddha can guide to that city of Peace Whose inhabitants have the eternal release. - William R. Alger, Oriental Poetry--A Leader to Repose Silken rest Tie all thy cares up! - Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Four Plays in One (sc. 4, Triumph of Love) Sometimes the most urgent thing you can possibly do is take a complete rest. - Ashleigh Brilliant Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried men of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil! - Thomas Carlyle O, what is more sweet than when the mind, set free from care, lays its burden down; and, when spent with distant travel, we come back to our home, and rest our limbs on the wished-for bed? This, this alone, repays such toils as these! [Lat., O! quid solutis est beatius curis! Cum mens onus reponit, ac pergrino Labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto. Hoc est, quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.] - Catullus (Caius Quintus Valerius Catullus), Carmina (31, 7) Of all our loving Father's gifts I often wonder which is best, And cry: Dear God, the one that lifts Our soul from weariness to rest, The rest of silence--that is best. - Mary Clemmer (Mary Clemmer Ames) Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. - William Cowper, Retirement (l. 623) Rest is not quitting the busy career; Rest is the fitting of self to its sphere. - John Sullivan Dwight, True Rest, from his translation of Goethe, main part original Sweet is the pleasure itself cannot spoil. Is not true leisure one with true toil? - John Sullivan Dwight, True Rest Amidst these restless thoughts this rest I find, For those that rest not here, there's rest behind. - Thomas Gataker, B.D. (nat. 4) On every mountain height Is rest. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Ein Gleiches The word "rest" is not in my vocabulary. - Horace Greeley If you rest, you rust. - Helen Hayes Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit! rest thee now! - Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans, Siege of Valencia--Dirge (sc. 9) Too much rest becomes a pain. - Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") For too much rest itself becomes a pain. - Homer ("Smyrns of Chios"), The Odyssey (bk. XV, l. 429), (Pope's translation) Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. - Sir John Lubbock, Lord Avebury Rest is sweet after strife. - Lord Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton ("Owen Meredith"), Lucile (pt. I, canto VI, st. 25) Anything for a quiet life. - Thomas Middleton, title of a play Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop. [Lat., Da requiem; requietus ager bene credita reddit.] - Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso), Ars Amatoria (II, 351) Life's race will run, Life's work well done, Life's victory won, Now cometh rest. - Dr. Edward Hazen Parker, Funeral Ode on President Garfield, claimed for him by his brother in "Notes and Queries", May 25, 1901, p. 406 Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor, and so thy labor sweeten thy rest. - Francis Quarles Master, I've filled my contract, wrought in Thy many lands; Not by my sins wilt Thou judge me, but by the work of my hands. Master, I've done Thy bidding, and the light is low in the west, And the long, long shift is over . . . Master, I've earned it--Rest. - Robert William Service, Song of the Wage Slave Weariness Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline (Belarius at III, vi) Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who, with a body filled, and vacant mind, Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread; Never sees horrid night, the child of hell; But like a lackey, from the rise to set, Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn, Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse; And follows so the ever-running year With profitable labor to his grave; And but for ceremony, such a wretch, Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep, Had the forehand and vantage of a king. - William Shakespeare, The Life of King Henry the Fifth (King Henry at IV, i) Displaying page 1 of 2 for this topic: Next >> [1] 2
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