Friar, forget thy order's vow,
And pace not the gloomy cloisters now.
Chase no longer with bow and with spear,
Forester bold, the dappled deer,
But tread me a measure as light and gay
As ever kept lime to the rebeck's lay.
Neele's Romance of History.
THE GATHERER
"I am but a Gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff."—Walton.