“Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.”
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Calm Quotes — page 150 of 276
“Have patience, and endure”
“A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.”
“These blessed candles of the night.”
“If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.”
“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache”
“What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.”
“Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.”
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.”
“My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.”
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”
“And mind, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence.”
“I could be well content To entertain the lag-end of my life With quiet hours.”
“Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.”
“Every cloud engenders not a storm.”
“Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.”
“But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.”
“The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart.”
“Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.”
“We were not made by Nature to work, or even to play, from eight o'clock in the morning till midnight. We ought to break our days and our marches into two.”