Neverwhere

I have never been to St. John's Wood. I dare not. I should be afraid of the innumerable night of fir trees, afraid to come upon a blood red cup and the bearing of the wings of the Eagle. -The Napoleon of Netting Hill, G. K. Chesterton If ever thou gavest hosen or shoon Then every night and all Sit thou down and put them on And Christ receive thy soul This aye night, this aye night Every night and all Fire and fleet and candlelight And Christ receive they soul If ever thou gavest meat or drink Then every night and all The fire shall never make thee shrink And Christ receive thy soul -The Lyke Wake Dirge (traditional)