This Is Wisdom

"This is Wisdom," sayeth man,
And a certain one presenteth a quill
And tickleth a page.
"Aha, this is wisdom," sayeth he.
"This is wisdom," sayeth man,
And a certain one presenteth a stone,
And he smiteth it, and lo,
It cometh forth transformed.
"Aha, this is wisdom!" sayeth he.
"This is wisdom," sayeth man,
And a certain one presenteth a lute,
With a pit, slender as a maiden's throat,
And he whistles on it blithesomely.
"Aha, this is wisdom," sayeth he.
"This is wisdom," sayeth man,
And a certain one presenteth
Complicated argument: yea, his words
Become heavy as stone, too thick and deep
To even cast a shadow!
"Aha, this is wisdom," sayeth he.
"This is wisdom," sayeth man,
And a certain one presenteth a staff
With bells upon it, and he chimeth them,
And pointeth his toes and shaketh his coxcomb.
"Aha, this is wisdom," sayeth he;
And the lot follow him awhither!