And then they knew the perilous Rock,And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
There was an old abbot in one temple and he said something of which I think often and it was this, that when men destroy their old gods they will find new ones to take their place.pearl buck
Father abbot, I am come to lay my weary bones among you.
The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree, In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims.
Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool! Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe? Thine ever-ready notes of ridicule Pursue thy fellows still with jest and jibe: Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe; Thou sportive satirist of Nature's school; To thee the palm of scoffing we ascribe, Arch-mocker and mad abbot of misrule!