| Lyrics: | (plates 7-10)
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart
and
your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads to the
palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds
pestilence. The cut worm forgives the
plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees
not the same tree
that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become
a
star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has
no time for
sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock; but of
wisdom, no clock can measure. All
wholsom food is caught without a net or
a trap. Bring out number, weight |
