In school the noise of games, debates,
Great stir and animation prevail
This abundant joy e'ery moment breeds
New griefs and naught else can avail.
For men of free and noble birth
Such knowledge is a venom dread,
Which makes them earn some barley corn
To fill their bellies with its bread.
O fool, great wisdom and book lore
Have not much worth nor carry weight
To learn a Useful art one must
Put in much strife and struggle great.
If such a craftsman likes, with ease,
By dint of skill and magic art,
Like dew, can make from mass of Sun,
The rays of light proceed and dart.