Nature, The Vicar Of The

He Is Gentle That Doeth Gentle Deeds.

To Maken Vertue Of Necessite.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would Not Get Her Feet Wet.