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416 pages, Paperback
Published December 8, 2011
I am the firste fole of all the hole nauy
To kepe the pompe, the helme and eke the sayle
For this is my mynde, this one pleasoure haue I
Of bokes to haue grete plenty and aparayle
I take no wysdome by them: nor yet auayle
Nor them preceyue nat: And then I them despyse
Thus am I a foole and all that sewe that guyse…
Ye care for no shame, for heuen nor for hell
Golde is your god, ryches gotten wrongfully
Ye dame your soule, and yet lyue in penury.
Howe beit I stoup, and fast declyne
Dayly to my graue, and sepulture
And though my lyfe fast do enclyne
To pay the trybute of nature
Yet styll remayne I and endure
In my olde synnes, and them nat hate
Nought yonge, wors olde, suche is my state.

In number schools were ne'er so great,
As now are found in every state,
And scarce a city now is known,
That calls no higher school its own.
There many scholars now are trained
Who nowadays are quite disdained,
And knowledge gets a scornful glance,
Most men do look at it askance.
The scholars needs must feel a shame
For studies, gown, their very name.
The peasants now attain the fore,
And scholars hide behind the door.
Men say: "These lazy apes, these beasts,
The devil's cursing us with priests!"
That's ample evidence that science
lacks honor, love and breeds defiance.
'Tis thus that studies will be wrecked,
For knowledge prospers through respect,
And when no honor's paid to science
Most men will view it with defiance.
Quien se tiene por único íntegro y a los otros juzga malvados y poca cosa, choca a menudo con una dura piedra