“Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, and now I know it.”
Epitaph on Himself
John Gay
. . . like Gonorheal said to Leer,
“What’s with the fool?
That one’s really gone.”
“What’s with the fool?
That one’s really gone.”
“Ah,” spake the king, low and madly,
“get him on the moor and you’ll
really hear him sing.
Why, to his own funeral being late,
he’ll gyre and jape even at the wake.”
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