"You'll clere me from this messe,
Iffe you'll tell me ye Waye to Welthe,
And Helthe, and Happinesse."
"I feare," sedde ye Philosopher,
"Thatt's more thanne I canne doo;
To solve so deepe a problemme, boye,
Requires a pype or two."
He fill'd hys bowle, thenne pufft and thought,
And mutter'd "No! that's notte itte!
Ye waye to Welthe!—Yes! lette mee see!