Beneath the rule of men entirely great
The pen is mightier than the sword.
_Richelieu, Act ii. Sc 3_. E. BULWER-LYTTON.
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
_Ecclesiastical Sonnets, Pt. III., v. Walton's Book of Lives_.
W. WORDSWORTH.
Whose noble praise
Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing.
_Sonnet_. DOROTHY BERRY.
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen,
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
_Sonnet, LXXXI_. SHAKESPEARE.
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy parent-bird to form a pen,
That mighty instrument of little men!
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers_. LORD BYRON.