Make ends meet

Woe unto thee, that thou'rt a grandson born! As for the law born with us,

unexpressed; That law, alas, none careth to discern.

You deepen my dislike. The youth Whom you instruct, is blest in sooth! To

I would not lead you willingly astray, But as regards this science, you will find

So hard it is to shun the erring way, And so much hidden poison lies therein,

Which scarce can you discern from medicine. Here too it is the best, to listen

but to one, And by the master's words to swear alone. To sum up all - To

words hold fast! Then the safe gate securely pass'd, You'll reach the fane of