The thoughts of men are manifold,
Their callings are of diverse kinds:
The carpenter desires a rift,
The leech a fracture wants to cure.
A poet I; my dad’s a leech;
Mama the upper millstone grinds:
With various minds we strive for wealth,
As ever seeking after kine.
Another of these poems (x. 117) consists of a collection of maxims inculcating the duty of well-doing and charity:—