Both in the general and particular.

This globe is peopl’d with philosophers

And fools, methinks, by which I mean the wise

Are the sole wearers of the motley coat

And all men else do owe the cap and bells.

The lover is a fool who doth proclaim

His mistress is perfection; the maid,

Who thinks her swain compact of truth; the king,

Who stakes his crown upon a battle’s point;

The soldier, who for glory gives his life