To these heroic tempers, such martyrdom is the richest meed
in the world's gift.
The helpful inmate had departed, without one backward glance to gather up the meed
of gratitude, if any were in the hearts of those whom she had served so zealously.
performed a compassion-inspiring curtsy, got her meed
of applause, and sat down flushed and happy.
Miss Temple is full of goodness; it pains her to be severe to any one, even the worst in the school: she sees my errors, and tells me of them gently; and, if I do anything worthy of praise, she gives me my meed
Rowena had no sooner beheld him than she uttered a faint shriek; but at once summoning up the energy of her disposition, and compelling herself, as it were, to proceed, while her frame yet trembled with the violence of sudden emotion, she placed upon the drooping head of the victor the splendid chaplet which was the destined reward of the day, and pronounced, in a clear and distinct tone, these words: ``I bestow on thee this chaplet, Sir Knight, as the meed
of valour assigned to this day's victor:'' Here she paused a moment, and then firmly added,
Have you come so far to seek it," exclaimed Medea, "and do you not recognize the meed
of all your toils and perils, when it glitters before your eyes?
He yet begrudged and stinted praise, But I had learnt to read The secret meaning of his face, And that was my best meed
The sons of the Achaeans shared it duly among themselves, and chose lovely Chryseis as the meed
of Agamemnon; but Chryses, priest of Apollo, came to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo, wreathed with a suppliant's wreath, and he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus who were their chiefs.
I have land, money, power, recognition from the world, a consciousness that I do my meed
of good in serving others, a mate whom I love, children that are of my own fond flesh.
He warned the others, so that they all fled away save Meed
A long portrayal of the evil done by Lady Meed
(love of money and worldly rewards) prepares for the appearance of the hero, the sturdy plowman Piers, who later on is even identified in a hazy way with Christ himself.
Still grander are the gifts of heaven which Musaeus and his son vouchsafe to the just; they take them down into the world below, where they have the saints lying on couches at a feast, everlastingly drunk, crowned with garlands; their idea seems to be that an immortality of drunkenness is the highest meed