“Wearied then and glad of rest,
Like the linnet in the nest.”

“You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.”

“The world is weary of the past,
Oh, might it die or rest at last!”

“Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.”

“[Foxes have] their dens and birds have their nests, but human beings have no place to lay down and rest.”

“That was when the ones who smiled
Were the dead, glad to be at rest.”

“You said in our old ash-tree a bird had built its nest;
Perhaps this very linnet has there its place of rest.
Now who will keep his little ones when night begins to fall?
They have no other shelter, and they will perish all.
There'll be no more sweet singing within that lonely grove;
Now, Henry, free your prisoner, I pray you, for my love.
Our father is a soldier, and in some distant war
He too might be a prisoner in foreign lands afar.”

“A jealous wife is like a hornets’ nest in your mattress.”

“Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude”

“That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger — not to be interfered with by speech or action which would distract the sensations from the fresh enjoyment of repose.”