rest

I prefer rogues to imbeciles because they sometimes take a rest.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

The distinctions separating the social classes are false; in the last analysis they rest on force.

I want to know God's thoughts. . . . the rest are details.