The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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Repose: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 5.
What then? what rests? Try what repentance can: what can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engag'd!— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 64.
Amid the roses, fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang Shoots through the conscious heart.— THOMSON — Seasons. Spring. L. 995.
And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.— ISAAC WATTS — Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Bk. I. Hymn 88,
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. S.— BYRON — Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 42.
What sweet delight a quiet life affords.— DRUMMOND — Sonnet. P. 38.
To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flames from wasting by repose.— GOLDSMITH — Deserted Village. L. 87.
The toils of honour dignify repose.— HOOLE — Metastasia. Achilles in Lucias. Act III. Last Scene.
The wind breath'd soft as lover's sigh, And, oft renew'd, seem'd 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!— SCOTT — Lord of the Isles. Canto IV. St. 13.
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.— Shakespeare — King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 12.
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.— Shakespeare — Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 3.
The best of men have ever loved repose: They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day.— THOMSON — The Castle of Indolence. Canto I. St. 17
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