For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.