Full many wise old men have said
That this world has more ill than good;
But I am young and heed them not,
Nor know a reason why I should.
Belike when I am old and grey
I shall confess that they were right,
And, having weighed all things, pronounce
It better not to see the light.
Then I may sorrow. Now I sing
Praise to the Lord I was begot.
Who will prove to me, after all,
I shall be right and now am not?