The voice said,
Cry.
And he said, What shall I cry?
All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is as the flower of the field:
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Bede
AD 735
Let all who long to be refreshed by the sweetness of the living bread, all who love to be renewed by the banquet of heavenly grace, sit down on the grass. Let them trample on the bloom of the grass. Let them chastise the body and subject it to slavery.
