Flies in Milk

I know flies in milk

I know the man by his clothes

I know fair weather from foul

I know the apple by the tree

I know the tree when I see the sap

I know when all is one

I know who labors and who loafs

I know everything but myself

I know the coat by the collar

I know the monk by the cowl

I know the master by the servant

I know the nun by the veil

I know when a hustler rattles on

I know fools raised on whipped cream

I know the wine by the barrel

I know everything but myself

I know the horse and the mule

I know their loads and their limits

I know Beatrice and Belle

I know the beads that count and add

I know nightmare and sleep

I know the Bohemians' error

I know the power of Rome

I know everything but myself

Prince I know all things

I know the rosy-cheeked and the pale

I know death who devours all

I know everything but myself