For women and men
Were warier then,
And he could not catch one where he'd now catch three.
He had been north and he had been south,
From Zembla's shores unto fair Peru,
Ere he filled the sack
Which he bore on his back—
Saints were so many and sins so few.
The way was long, and the day was hot;
His wings were weary; his hoofs were sore;