Who in the end, the Bays, and Lawrel win.
On the other hand;
Some Boys have Wit enough to sport and play,
Who at their Books are Block-heads day by day.
Some men are arch enough at any Vice,
But Dunces in the way to Paradice.
So much for the reader, but the writer, too, may fall under discouragement. Listen to Colum Cille, an Irish scribe of the eleventh century, in yet another translation from the Gaelic:
My hand is weary with writing,
My sharp quill is not steady,
My slender-beaked pen pours forth