Publisher's Synopsis
There now, I've toiled my way quite throughLaw, Medicine, and Philosophy, And, to my sorrow, also thee, Theology, with much ado;And here I stand, poor human fool, As wise as when I went to school.Master, ay, Doctor, titled duly, An urchin-brood of boys unrulyFor ten slow-creeping years and mo, Up and down, and to and fro, I lead by the nose: and this I know, That vain is all our boasted lore-A thought that burns me to the core!True, I am wiser than all their tribe, Doctor, Master, Priest, and
