Fools, they are the only nation Worth men's envy, or admiration; Free from care, or sorrow-taking, Selves, and others merry making: All they speak, or do, is sterling. Your fool, he is your great man's darling, And your lady's sport and pleasure; Tongue and bauble are his treasure. E'en his face begetteth laughter, And he speaks truth free from slaughter; He's the grace of every feast, And, sometimes, the chiefest guest; Hath his trencher, and his stool, When wit waits upon the fool. O, who would not be He, he, he? |