Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness.