When I was young I little thought
That wit must be so dearly bought
But now experience tells me how
If I would thrive than 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 I might be free from band
And my owne dame that I may be
And free from all such slavery.
Avoid vaine pastime fle youthful pleasure
Let moderation always be they measure
And so prosed unto the heavenly treasure.
Quoted from an unsigned sampler in The Subversive Stitch.