“Sing care away, with sport and play,
For pastime is our pleasure;
If well we fare, for nought we care,
In mirth consists our treasure.
Let stupids lurk and drudges work,
We do defy their slav’ry;
He is a fool, that goes to school,
All we delight in brav’ry.”
(Anonymous in Heart’s ease)
Sprimont-Chanxhe (B)