The wind breathd soft as lovers sigh, And, oft renewd, seemd 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! ScottLord of the Isles. Canto IV. St. 13.
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. Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 3.
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. L. 12.
The best of men have ever loved repose: They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, Imbitterd more from peevish day to day. ThomsonThe Castle of Indolence. Canto I. St. 17.
Chacun ségare, et le moins imprudent, Est celui-là qui plus tôt se repent. Every one goes astray, but the least imprudent are they who repent the soonest. VoltaireNanine. II. 10.