|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|How calm, how beautiful, comes on|
The stilly hour, when storms are gone.
Tom Moore.The Fire Worshippers.
|The winds are out of breath.|
Dryden.Astrea Redux, Line 224.
|The holy calm that leads to heavenly musing.|
Rogers.Human Life, Page 83. Edition 1834.
|1. See me, how calm I am.|
2. Ay, People are generally calm at the misfortunes of others.
Goldsmith.She stoops to Conquer.