They cry; and e’er it falls to dust,
“Love it,” they cry, “and hug it well.”
“To whatsoever heaven or hell
Fate builds for fools, these surely go,”
Thought the moralist watching this tinsel show.
“Yet is it not difficult to know
Who best deserve the name of Fool,
These or those more respectable
Most moral folks I know so well?...
These make of living a foolish sham,