Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
050 And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
The ‘why’ is plain as way to parish church:
[053] He that a fool doth very wisely hit
[054] Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
[055] Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
[056] The wise man’s folly is anatomized
Even by the squandering glances of the fool.