| O my grey hairs! You are truly white as plum blossoms. |
PLAY
| Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am, by what devious means do you contrive to remain idle? Teach me, O master. |
LINES
| Leaves are greygreen, the glass broken, bright green. |
THE POOR
| By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him, But by this familiarity they grew used to him, and so, at last, took him for their friend and adviser. |