Quotes on Mead

Any man that walks the mead_x000D_ _x000D_ In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find,_x000D_ _x000D_ According as his humors lead,_x000D_ _x000D_ A meaning suited to his mind.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.