My Education

At school I sometimes read a book, And learned a lot of lessons; Some small amount of pains I took, And showed much acquiescence In what my masters said, good men! Yet after all I quite Forgot the most of it: but then I learned to write. At Lincoln's Inn I'd read a brief, Abstract a title, study Great paper-piles, beyond belief Inelegant and muddy: The whole of these as time went by I soon forgot: indeed I tried to: yes: but by and by I learned to read. By help of Latin, Greek and Law I now can write and read too: Then perish each forgotten saw, Each fact I do not need too: But still whichever way I turn At one sad task I stick: I fear that I shall never learn Arithmetic