"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!