Private Ball groped in his pack to find his book. The India paper was abominably adhered, especially for split finger-tips--and one anthology is as bad as a library and there is no new thing under the sun.

Takis, on the motheris breast sowkand,
The babe full of benignitie: --

 

He takis the campion in the stour,

 

He has tabe Rowll of Aberdene,
And gentill Rowll of Corstorphine;
Two better fallowis did no man see: --

He closed the book--he would eat some chocolate.

In Parenthesis, p. 95. (For the full text of William Dunbar's "Lament for the Makers," click here.)