The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would

Strike While The Iron Is Hot.

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.

Yet In Our Ashen Cold Is Fire Yreken.

In April The Sweet Showers Fall And Pierce The Drought Of March To The Root, And All The Veins Are Bathed In Liquor Of Such Power As Brings About The Engendering Of The Flower.

He Is Gentle That Doeth Gentle Deeds.