To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG

The great ages did not contain the best talent, they wasted less.

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

There will be time to murder and create.

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!