A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.
Charles LambFor with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Charles LambIf thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
Charles Lamb