""Dear sinners all," the fool began, "man's life is but a jest, A dream, a shadow, bubble, air, a vapour at the best. In a thousand pounds of law I find not a single ounce of love, A blind man killed the parson's cow in shooting at the dove; The fool that eats till he is sick must fast till he is well, The wooer who can flatter most will bear away the belle." * * * * * * And then again the women screamed, and every staghound bayed; And why? because the motley fool so wise a sermon made."