A babe is fed with milk and praise.
Merit, God knows, is very little rewarded.
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
I am in love with this green Earth.
Dr Parr...asked him, how he had acquired his power of smoking at such a rate? Lamb replied, 'I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.'