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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Barefooted Friar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, <br>To search Europe through, from Byzantium to Spain; <br>But ne'er shall you find, should you search till you tire, <br>So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your knight for his lady pricks forth in career, <br>And is brought home at even-song bunny'd through with a spear; <br>I confess him in haste - for his lady desires <br>No comfort on earth save the Barefooted Friar's. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your monarch? - Pshaw! many a prince has been known <br>To barter his robes for our cowl and our gown, <br>But which of us e'er felt the idle desire <br>To exchange for a crown the grey hood of a Friar!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Friar has walk'd out, and where'er he has gone, <br>The land and its fatness is mark'd for his own; <br>He can roam where he lists, he can stop when he tires, <br>For every man's house is the Barefooted Friar's. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes <br>May profane the great chair, or the porridge of plums <br>For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire, <br>Is the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's expected at night, and the pasty's made hot, <br>They broach the brown ale, and they fill the black pot, <br>And the goodwife would wish the goodman in the mire, <br>Ere he lack'd a soft pillow, the Barefooted Friar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long flourish the sandal, the cord, and the cope, <br>The dread of the devil and trust of the Pope; <br>For to gather life's roses, unscathed by the briar, <br>Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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To search Europe through, from Byzantium to Spain; 
But ne'er shall you find, should you search till you tire, 
So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar.

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