if I do anything worthy of praise, she gives me my meed liberally.
Charlotte Brontë. Jane Eyre (1847)
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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.
Jack London. John Barleycorn
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HAMLET. I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself.
OSRIC. I mean, sir, for his weapon; but in the imputation laid on him by them, in his meed he's unfellowed.