O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

Thou art the ruins of the noblest man

That ever lived in the tide of times.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Julius Caesar. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Meek and lowly, pure and holy,

Chief among the "blessed three."

Charles Jefferys (1807-1865): Charity.

Ornament of a meek and quiet spirit.

New Testament: 1 Peter iii. 4.

And of his port as meke as is a mayde.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69.

Besides, this Duncan

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

So clear in his great office, that his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off;

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,

And falls on the other.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows

That for oblivion take their daily birth

From all the fuming vanities of earth.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France.

The best of men

That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;

A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,

The first true gentleman that ever breathed.

Thomas Dekker (1572-1632): The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.

It's wiser being good than bad;

It's safer being meek than fierce;

It's fitter being sane than mad.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce

The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;

That after Last returns the First,

Though a wide compass round be fetched;

That what began best can't end worst,

Nor what God blessed once prove accurst.

Robert Browning (1812-1890): Apparent Failure. vii.

The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Summer. Line 47.