Sidney Lanier,
The Jacquerie. A Fragment — Chapter III
“ Well: and then? What then? Why, if thou cause thy folk to crop some villein’s ears, So, evil falls, and a fool foretells the truth. Or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house, So, evil falls, and a fool foretells the truth.” “Well,” quoth Lord Raoul, with languid utterance, “’Tis very well—and thou’rt a foolish fool, Nay, thou art Folly’s perfect witless man, Stupidity doth madly dote on thee, And Idiocy doth fight her for thy love, Yet Silliness doth love thee best of all, And while they quarrel, snatcheth thee to her And saith ‘Ah! ”
