Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 78.

The trivial round, the common task,

Would furnish all we ought to ask.

John Keble (1792-1866): Morning.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?—thus leave

Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269.

When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): Seventh Sunday after Trinity.

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod:

They have left unstained what there they found,—

Freedom to worship God.

John Keble (1792-1866): Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.