Reynard said, "Truly my store is small; the best I have is a honey-comb, pleasant and sweet; what think you of it?"
To which Tibert replieth, "It is meat I little respect, and seldom eat; I had rather have one mouse than all the honey in Europe."
REYNARD BRINGS FORWARD THE HARE AS HIS WITNESS.
REYNARD ON HIS PILGRIMAGE TO ROME.
"A mouse!" said Reynard; "why, my dear cousin, here dwelleth a priest hard by, who hath a barn by his house so full of mice, that I think half the wagons in the parish are not able to bear them."
"Oh, dear Reynard," quoth the cat, "do but lead me thither, and make me your servant forever."
"Why," said the fox, "love you mice so exceedingly?"
"Beyond expression," quoth the cat.