Thousands of toiling hands Where theirs have ceased from their labours, Thousands of aching brains Where theirs are no longer busy. Thousands of weary feet Where theirs have completed their journey, Thousands of throbbing hearts Where theirs are at rest for ever. Longfellow.At the Graves of Evangeline and Gabriel.
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 2. (Romeo, the night before his marriage.)