Four years for learning things not worth a cent!
A year of lounging in that sacred place,
Then round the world to see the human race
I wandered, and my wonder grew apace.
More than seven marvels had the world for me,
And this the greatest: why the poor should be
Slaves of the rich men, when they might be free.
But having had sufficient time to cool
My fancy in this tough world’s roughest school
I give up life’s conundrums—as a rule.