PLA ce bo! Who is there, who? Di le xi! Dame Margery, Fa, re, my, my. Wherefore and why, why? For the soul of Philip Sparrow That was late slain at Carrow, Among the Nunnes Black. For that sweet soules sake, And for all sparrows' souls, Set in our bead-rolls, Pater noster qui, With an Ave Mari, And with the corner of a Creed, The more shall be your meed.

I say, thou mad March hare, I wonder how ye dare Open your jangling jaws To preach in any clause, Like prating popping daws, Against her excellence, Against he…

When I remember again How my Philip was slain, Never half the pain Was between you twain, Pyramus and Thisbe, As then befell to me. I wept and I wailed, The te…

Old proverbe says, That byrd ys not honest That fyleth hys owne nest.

Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses.

I used to pray that God would do this or that. Now I pray only that God will make his will known to me.

The wish to talk to God is absurd. We cannot talk to one we cannot comprehend - and we cannot comprehend God; we can only believe in Him. The uses of prayer ar…