Classic Poem

When I was young I little Thought
That Wit must be so dearly bought
But Now Experience Tells me how
If I would Thrive then I must Bow
And bend unto another's will
That I might learn both art and skill
To Get my Living with My Hands
That so I might be free from Band
And My Own Dame that I may be
And free from all such slavery.
Avoid vaine pastime fle youthfull pleasure
Let moderation allways Be My measure
And so prosed unto the heavenly treasure.