Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.

It's just a drop in the bucket.

drop in the bucket.

Just a drop in the bucket

For men are prone to go it blind along the calf-paths of the mind
To do what other men have done. They follow in the beaten track, and out and in, and forth and back, and still their devious course pursue, to keep the path that others do.

The woods were made for the hunter of dreams, the brooks for the fishes of song.