Was it for this, O graceless child,
Was it for this you learn’d to spell?
Thy face and credit both are spoil’d;
Go drown thyself in yonder well.
I wonder how thy time was spent:
No news (alas!) hast thou to bring?
Hast thou not climb’d the Monument?
Nor seen the lions, nor the King?
But now I’ll keep you here secure:
No more you view the smoaky sky: