Long pored Saint Austin o’er the sacred page,
  And doubt and darkness overspread his mind;
On God’s mysterious being thought the Sage,
  The Triple Person in one Godhead joined.
  The more he thought, the harder did he find
To solve the various doubts...

Poet: Anonymous

Saint Anthony at church
Was left in the lurch,
So he went to the ditches
And preached to the fishes;
They wriggled their tails,
In the sun glanced their scales.

The carps, with their spawn,
Are all hither drawn;
Have opened their...

Poet: Anonymous