Folly hath now turned out of door Mankind and Fate, who were before Jove's Harlequin and Clown; The World's no stage, no tavern more— Its sign the Fool's ta'en down. With poppy rain and cypress dew Weep all, for all who laughed at you, For goose grass is no medicine more, But the owl's brown eye's the sky's new blue. Heigho! Foolscap! |