’T is a little thingTo give a cup of water; yet its draughtOf cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,May give a shock of pleasure to the frameMore exquisite than when nectarean juiceRenews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Fill the seats of justiceWith good men, not so absolute in goodnessAs to forget what human frailty is.Thomas Noon Talfourd
In ourselvesIn our own honest hearts and chainless handsWill be our safeguard:Thomas Noon Talfourd