A Tutor Leaves The School
A Tutor Leaves the School
Thirty sunsets gone hither down
Since a notice to thee given.
Fair doth it seem as hint ere
To superiors as condition prior
The bond with me none holds thou
And free as a bird I fly now
Grace to all, my words not suffice
For favours got in measures thrice
Thus, I depart, a low, poor tutor
To yonder places, of prospects fairer.