Littell's Living Age — Volume 146…
“ We well may call it Folly's Mirror, Since every fool there sees his error. His proper worth would each man know, The Glass of Fools the troth will show. Who meets his image on the page, May learn to deem himself no sage; Nor shrink his nothingness to see, Since naught that lives from fault is free. And who in conscience dare be sworn, That cap and bells he ne'er hath worn? He who his foolishness descries Alone deserves to rank as wise, While who doth wisdom's airs rehearse May stand godfather to my verse. ”
