every great man must fast the devil, his stomach and hungry heart and each is paid the visit his deceiver na'er depart if Christ breath within him and recline in summer shade then sweat and swelter and shaking stick this lumbering brother forbade "who is eldest? who is keen? and who hath ventured from the tent?" "but whoa ye slithering wanderer, now your feet are spent" a man cannot be both heart and cock in the end he decides: to slither or walk