And raise up merit in distress."
"But, dear Mamma, I long to know.
Were that the case, what you'd bestow?"
"What I'd bestow," says she, "My dear,
At least five hundred pounds a year."
Footnotes:
Johnson: Lives of the Poets (ed. Hill), III, p. 274.
And raise up merit in distress."
"But, dear Mamma, I long to know.
Were that the case, what you'd bestow?"
"What I'd bestow," says she, "My dear,
At least five hundred pounds a year."
Footnotes:
Johnson: Lives of the Poets (ed. Hill), III, p. 274.