CONCEIT.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 3082, 16 April 1892, Page 2

CONCEIT.

The man who knows he's ignorant May ons day yet be wise, But he who thinks he knows and don't, An ignoramus dies. The first will doubtless strire to learn If e'er he get the chance ; The latter's is a hopeless case— 'Tis compound ignorance. I know a man who says this earth Is flat, or nearly so ; But how it's fenced all round the edge He don't pretend to know. Suppose there's neither post nor rail, Xor any fence at all. And one should tumble off the edge, I wonder where ha'd fall ? He says the ebb and flow of tides The moon can nerer rule. And there I really think he shows Himself a tidy tool. Tido tables may be seen and read, They're reckoned to a minute, Compiled from moon and sun which bhows There must be something in it. He nays that our astronomers Are all of them astray, But people little heed it when They hear a donkey bray. He's not unlike that animal ; Perhaps 'tis Nature's law To compensate for lack of sense By giving extra jaw. Conceit with him takes place of brains, His knowledge isn't real ; Mere sound and words that go for nought, " Vox et pivterea nihil." Of !>II the people I have known, I never met with such A man who knows so little And who thinks he knows so much. Nksio.