Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son

by Walter Raleigh

Three things there be that prosper all apace,
  And flourish while they are asunder far;
But on a day, they meet all in a place,
  And when they meet, they one another mar.

And they be these; the Wood, the Weed, the Wag:
  The Wood is that that makes the gallow tree;
The Weed is that that strings the hangman's bag;
  The Wag, my pretty knave, betokens thee.

Now mark, dear boy — while these assemble not,
  Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild;
But when they meet, it makes the timber rot,
  It frets the halter, and it chokes the child.