Take a cat, nourish it well with milk and tender meat, make it a couch of silk.
There's no workman, whatsoever he be, That may both work well and hastily.
It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.
We little know the things for which we pray.
Purity in body and heart May please some--as for me, I make no boast. For, as you know, no master of a household Has all of his utensils made of gold; Some are wood, and yet they are of use.
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.