"Let him to whom the gods award Calenian vineyards prune the vine; The merchant sell his balms and nard, And drain the precious wine "From cups of gold-to Fortune dear Because his laden argosy Crosses, unshattered, thrice a year The storm-vexed Midland sea.
"Horace and His Influence"
Grant Showerman
But now you're back, let's celebrate In the good old way and classic- Come, let us lard our skins with nard And bedew our souls with Massic!
"Hoosier Lyrics"
Eugene Field
However indignant he might be at adulterations made to his own prejudice, when he perceived some parcels of nard which were being packed up for countries beyond the sea, he ordered antimony to be mixed with it so as to make it heavier.
"Salammbo"
Gustave Flaubert