O God! Methinks it were a happy life$$$
To be no better than a homely swain$$$
To sit upon a hill$$$ as I do now$$$
To carve out dials quaintly$$$ point by point$$$
Thereby to see the minutes how they run:
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief:
Tears then for babes; blows and revenge for me.
Women are soft$$$ mild$$$ pitiful and flexible$$$
Thou stern$$$ obdurate$$$ flinty$$$ rough$$$ remorseless.
O$$$ tiger's heart wrapt in a woman's hide!
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown$$$
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
Farewell$$$ faint-hearted and degenerate king$$$
In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides.
And seeing ignorance is the curse of God$$$
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
And seeing ignorance is the curse of God$$$
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.