Poor fool! in whose petty estimation all things are little.
And here, poor fool, with all my lore I stand no wiser than before.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
Ah! my poor brain is racked and crazed, My spirit and senses amazed!
Yet here I stand poor fool what more, not one wit wiser than before.
We're really up against it, we poor women: A bachelor's a hard thing to convert
I've studied now Philosophy and Jurisprudence, Medicine - and even, alas! Theology - from end to end with labor keen; and here, poor fool with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before.
I've studied now Philosophy and Jurisprudence, Medicine -- and even, alas! Theology -- from end to end with labor keen; and here, poor fool with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before.
What have they done to you, my poor child?