THE WASTER’S PRESENTIMENT
Reading edition
I shall be spun. There is a voice within Which tells me plainly I am all undone; For though I toil not, neither do I spin, I shall be spun.
April approaches. I have not begun Schwegler or Mackintosh, nor will begin Those lucid works till April 21.
So my degree I do not hope to win, For not by ways like mine degrees are won; And though, to please my uncle, I go in, I shall be spun.