Keep tabs on how many answers you get correct. All that is left of the moat at Norbury where the poet Richard Barnfield was born in sixteenth century England. Workers earn it. Spendthrifts burn it. Bankers lend it.
Rich folks spend it.
They cannot know, they cannot care To know that they are thought so fair. The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head. Thus I Pass by And die. Continue after the photo. It is so thin a splinter of singing.