"'By how much the more I love the high climbing of thy capacity,'" Revenant recited, "'by so much the more I fear thy fall.'"
He looked at Owen.
"John Lily," said Owen.
"Thank you," said Revenant. "You are a scholar?" he asked.
"Are you?" Owen replied.
"Makes you hungry!" stated the priest.
"Why don't you have lunch with me and my girlfriend?" Owen asked the priest.
["Alas, Euphues, by how much the more I love the high climbing of thy capacity, by so much the more I fear thy fall. The fine crystal is sooner crazed than the hard marble; the greenest beech burneth faster than the driest oak; the fairest silk is soonest soiled; and the sweetest wine turneth to the sharpest vinegar."]From "Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit" by John Lyly, 1578