A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.
Charles LambIn every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.
Charles LambI give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.
Charles Lamb