Sol 5.6

  1. A boy came to me, asking me

    to teach him writing and calligraphic scripts.

  2. He agreed with me on a paltry fee,

    for which I would sell my abundant intellect as well.

  3. I asked, “And what is your trade?” He said, “I

    weave.” I said, “You will find me excused:

  4. am I to teach him—a weaver—and sell my mind,

    and take a reward so scant and small?”

Sol 5.6