Where peace

And rest can never dwell, hope never comes

That comes to all.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,

Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

John Dryden (1631-1701): The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2.

  Doct.      Not so sick, my lord,

As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,

That keep her from her rest.

  Macb.        Cure her of that.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,

Raze out the written troubles of the brain,

And with some sweet oblivious antidote

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff

Which weighs upon the heart?

  Doct.        Therein the patient

Must minister to himself.

  Macb.  Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

Who with a body filled and vacant mind

Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,

A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,

He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

William Knox (1789-1825): Mortality.

The rest is silence.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him.

Charles Wolfe (1791-1823): The Burial of Sir John Moore.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast

Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost;

Contracted all, retiring to the breast;

But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101.

'T is strange that death should sing.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,

Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,

And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings

His soul and body to their lasting rest.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act v. Sc. 7.

For too much rest itself becomes a pain.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 429.

How sleep the brave who sink to rest

By all their country's wishes bless'd!

William Collins (1720-1756): Ode written in the year 1746.