|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|With murmurs of soft rills and whispering trees.|
Garth.The Dispensary, Canto I. Line 84.
|As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But theres no love lost between us.|
Goldsmith.She Stoops to Conquer, Act IV. (Tony Lumpkin to Mrs. Hardcastle.)