OF RIDICULE.
Seams of thought for the sage's brow, and laughing lines for the fool's face;
For all things leave their track in the mind; and the glass of the mind is faithful.
Seest thou much mirth upon the cheek? there is then little exercise of virtue;
For he that looketh on the world, cannot be glad and good:
Seest thou much gravity in the eye? be not assured of finding wisdom;
For she hath too great praise, not to get many mimics.
There is a grave-faced folly; and verily, a laughter-loving wisdom;
And what, if surface-judges account it vain frivolity?