“Your Uncle Sol died very suddenly
An hour ago, and you would have me lie!”
Who weaveth nets is often caught in them.
“And I am riding for the coroner,
And for a coffin. William, learn from this
Never while living ask a man to lie.”
Then William ran in and told his wife,
And he and she and all the family
Burst into tears. The thistle soon bears thorns.
And in his waggon, leaving everything,