Chapter 1710 of 1964 · 57 words · ~1 min read

LXXXI.

"An oyster may be crossed in love"[724]--and why? Because he mopeth idly in his shell, And heaves a lonely subterraqueous sigh, Much as a monk may do within his cell: And _à-propos_ of monks, their Piety With Sloth hath found it difficult to dwell: Those vegetables of the Catholic creed Are apt exceedingly to run to seed.