"Then spoke the Druid, answering His grandson, Fiaca the king: 'Take my blessing; take the steed, For the hero's fitting meed: Give it for thy honor's sake.'

What though thy station dooms thee to be poor, And by the hard-earn'd morsel thou art fed; Yet sweet content bedecks thy lowly bed, And health and peace sit smiling at thy door: Of these possess'dthou hast a gracious meed, Which Heaven's high wisdom gives, to make thee rich indeed!

Nor only Wits, for tortur'd talents claim Of sov'reign mobs the glorious meed of fame; E'en Sages too, of grave and rev'rend air, Yclepp'd Philosophers, must have their share; Who deeper still in conjuration skill'd, A mighty something out of nothing build.

Pastwith all its mighty deeds, Nature claims its choicest meeds; Presentwith portentous calm, Nature claims its chiefest palm; Futureah!

450 Or who would ever care to doo brave deed, Or strive in vertue others to excell, If none should yeeld him his deserved meed, Due praise, that is the spur of doing well?

But that with thunder bolts he had him slaine, And driven downe to hell, his dewest meed.

For diverse meeds for diverse works are sweet to men, to the shepherd and to the ploughman, to the fowler and to him whom the sea feedethhowbeit all those strive but to keep fierce famine from their bellies; but whoso in the games or in war hath won delightful fame, receiveth the highest of rewards in fair words of citizens and of strangers.

it is well For us to be as happy as we can!" "Work is its own best earthly meed, Else have we none more than the sea-born throng Who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.

my prize now; for a coward, Coward and shameless were he, who so finding a glorious jewel Cast on the wayside by fools, would not win it and keep it and wear it, Even as I will thee; for I swear by the head of my father, Bearing thee over the sea-wave, to wed thee in Argos the fruitful, Beautiful, meed of my toil no less than this head which I carry, Hidden here fearfulOh speak!'

I can but refer to Michael Angelo's letter addressed to Bartolommeo Ammanati, valuable both as setting forth his views about the structure, and as rendering the fullest and most glorious meed of praise to his old enemy Bramante.

Beseems it now the sterner Muse to woo, If haply she her golden meed impart, To realise the vision of the heart.

Defrauded nature shall admire the deed, And time recoil at thy immortal meed.

The raynbowe hewes that payntt the laughyng mees, The gule-stayn'dd folyage of the okenn trees, The starrie spangells of the mornynge dewe, The laverock's matyn songes and skies of blewe, Maie weel the thotes of gentill shepherdds joie.

} He who could tame his vast ambition down To please some scatter'd gleanings of a town, And, if some hundred auditors supplied Their meagre meed of claps, was satisfied, How had he felt, when that dread curse of Lear's Had burst tremendous on a thousand ears, While deep-struck wonder from applauding bands Return'd the tribute of as many hands!

When the towel is short, the final consonant is sharp, as mek, muk, met; but when the vowel is long, it sounds like meeg, seeg, neeg, nuug, meed.

" "May it please this honored court, to have patience with mee a little: having none to complain to but the Fathers of the Commonweale; and yet meetting with many injurys, which necessitate mee to look out for some releeife.

Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed, Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed; In every wood his carols sweet were known, At every wake his nimble feats were shown.

If loneliness thou canst not bear, Cannot the dragon's venom dare, Of the pure meed thou shouldst despair.

If thou rememberest each misdeed, If each should have its rightful meed, Lord, who shall stand before thee? "Lord, through thy love alone we gain The pardon of our sin: The strictest life is but in vain, Our works can nothing win, That man should boast himself of aught, But own in fear thy grace hath wrought

"Well did he know how palms by oppression speed Victorious, and the victor's sacred meed.

The loyal provincials were among the loudest in their exultations and rejoicings; wilfully shutting their eyes to the scanty meed of applause that a powerful people ever reluctantly bestows on its dependants, as though love of glory, like avarice, increases by its means of indulgence.

Regarding her with calm, pitiless eyes, he said in English: "I am sorry, mees, that you have come, eh?

Thoughe these three, Three dreadfull deaths all spare mee, yeat a fowerth, I cannot shoone

The bay, quoth she, is of the victours born, Yielded them by the vanquisht as theyr meeds, And they therewith doe poetes heads adorne, To sing the glory of their famous deeds.

And to Find the King thus spake "'Hero, take the swift black steed, Of thy valor fitting meed; And my car, in battle-raid Gazed on by the foe with fear; And a seemly steed for thy charioteer.