With all the multiplicity of knowledge there is one thing happily that no man knows: whether the world is old or young.
'The Defendant.'
[The Moveable Feasts]
ADVENT SUNDAY
People, if you have any prayers,
Say prayers for me;
And lay me under a Christian stone
In this lost land I thought my own,
To wait till the holy horn be blown
And all poor men are free.
'Ballad of Alfred.'
SHROVE TUESDAY