To make short a long tale

I place a neuse around my neck

Preparing an early venture to hell

When all at once I was sorely vexed

Not at life but at my compell

To draw short that night wich God had blessed

So forthwith with courage in my heart

I set a steady foot to know the sarrow of knowledge

With select and seperation I ser apart

From those who labor only in their toilage

And sat down where I stood to begin and start

Among the greenery of Gods fuilage

Twas there my problem I did see

That no man should be free of labor

Far from idleness stems musery

And such a sin is none the graver

So setting forth with my hands to be what I could be

Only stopping to take time to praise our Lord and Savior