Knight without fear and without reproach. [Fr., Chevalier sans peur et sans reproche.]

In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick, So they call him for short, is a regular brick; A metaphor taken--I have not the page aright-- From an ethical work by the Stagyrite.

'Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

He was such a dear little cock-tailed pup.

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.