Who pants for glory finds but short repose:

A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300.

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;

While proudly riding o'er the azure realm

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,

Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;

Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,

That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Bard. II. 2, Line 9.

No further seek his merits to disclose,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode

(There they alike in trembling hope repose),

The bosom of his Father and his God.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): The Epitaph.

Her manners had not that repose

Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5.

Her suffering ended with the day,

Yet lived she at its close,

And breathed the long, long night away

In statue-like repose.

James Aldrich (1810-1856): A Death-Bed.

And hie him home, at evening's close,

To sweet repast and calm repose.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 87.

Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,

Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 185.