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.
William Thomson (Lord Kelvin) (1862). "On the age of the sun’s heat", Macmillan’s Mag., 5, 288–93; PL, 1, 394–68.
Rest is sweet after strife.
Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton), Lucile (1860), Part I, Canto VI, Stanza 25.
Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,
Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book I, Canto IX, Stanza 40.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 669-70.
O! quid solutis est beatius curis!
Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
Labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum
Desideratoque acquiescimus lecto.
Hoc est, quod unum est pro laboribus tantis.
O, what is more sweet than when the mind, set free from care, lays its burden down; and, when spent with distant travel, we come back to our home, and rest our limbs on the wished-for bed? This, this alone, repays such toils as these!
Life's race well run,
Life's work well done,
Life's victory won,
Now cometh rest.
Dr. Edward Hazen Parker, Funeral Ode on President Garfield. Claimed for him by his brother in Notes and Queries, May 25, 1901, p. 406. Claimed by Mrs. John Mills, for John Mills of Manchester, 1878. Appears in the Life of John Mills with account of origin. See Notes and Queries. Ser. 9, Volume IV, p. 167. Also Volume VII, p. 406.
Master, I've filled my contract, wrought in Thy many lands;
Not by my sins wilt Thou judge me, but by the work of my hands.
Master, I've done Thy bidding, and the light is low in the west,
And the long, long shift is over … Master, I've earned it—Rest.