Soon round us spread the hills and dales,Where GEOFFREY spun his magic tales,And call'd them history. The landWhence ARTHUR sprung, and all his bandOf gallant knights. Sire of romance,Who led the fancy's mazy dance,Thy tales shall please, thy name still be,When Time forgets my verse and me.
There once was a man who said: "GodMust think it exceedingly oddIf he finds that this treeContinues to beWhen there's no one about in the Quad."ronald knox
How dreadful knowledge of the truth can beWhen there's no help in truth!Sophocles