Robert Wild (1609-1679), "Alas poore Scholler whither wilt thou go," lines 1-13:
In a melancholly studdy
None but my selfe,
Me thought my muse grew muddy,
After seaven yeares reading
And costly breeding,
I felt, but could finde no pelfe:
Into learned raggs
I've rent my Plush and Sattin,
And now am fit to begg
in Hebrew, Greeke and Lattin,
Instead of Aristotle,
would I had got a Patten:
Alasse poore Scholler whither wilt thou go?
This reminds me of the old joke:
Q. What did the liberal arts graduate say to the engineering graduate?
A. Would you like some fries with that?