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In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease:Whose inhabitants have the eternal release.
— Rest
In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease:Whose inhabitants have the eternal release.
Silken restTie all thy cares up!
The result would inevitably be a state of universal rest and death, if the universe were finite and left to obey existing laws. But it is impossible to conceive a limit to the extent of matter in the universe; and therefore science points rather to an endless progress, through an endless space, of action involving the transformation of potential energy into palpable motion and hence into heat, than to a single finite mechanism, running down like a clock, and stopping for ever.
Rest is sweet after strife.
WearinessFinds the down pillow hard.
Who, with a body filled and vacant mind,Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread.
Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.
Absence of occupation is not rest;A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
Rest is not quitting the busy career;Rest is the fitting of self to its sphere.
Sweet is the pleasure itself cannot spoil.Is not true leisure one with true toil?
Amidst these restless thoughts this rest I find,For those that rest, not here, there's rest behind.
On every mountain heightIs rest.
Calm on the bosom of thy God,Fair spirit! rest thee now!
For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
Anything for a quiet life.
Life's race well run, Now cometh rest.
Master, I've filled my contract, wrought in Thy many lands;And the long, long shift is over … Master, I've earned it—Rest.
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds,Is one with Prayer.
The camel at the close of day And rest again.
Now is done thy long day's work Let them rave.
Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.
Father Abbot, I am come to lay my weary bones among you.
