First He Wrought, And Afterwards He Taught.

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.

And Gladly Would He Learn, And Gladly Teach

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

The Bisy Larke, Messager Of Day.

Full Wise Is He That Can Himselven Knowe.