Charles Lamb
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 3 September 1819; in Leigh Hunt, Lord Byron and Some of his Contemporaries (1828) 234.
With it [the packet] came, too, Lamb's works. I have looked at none of the other books yet. What a lovely thing is his "Rosamond Gray!" how much knowledge of the sweetest and deepest part of our nature in it! When I think of such a mind as Lamb's,—when I see how unnoticed remain things of such exquisite and complete perfection, what should I hope for myself, if I had not higher objects in view than fame?