And this isgood old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where the Lowells talk to the Cabots And the Cabots talk only to God.

-Bossidy,John Collins
  Toast delivered at Holy Cross alumni dinner, Boston.

His English reminds me of tattered washing on the line†of stale bean-soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. 566

-Mencken, H(enry) L(ouis)
Of President  Warren G Harding. Quoted in Fred Hobson Mencken:  A Life (1994).

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'The Lake Isle of Innisfree', stanzas1^2. Collected in The Rose (1893).