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A FOOL IN LOVE

When a fool falls in love, flowing tears are his remedy. For all the rich content of his barren heart are soon spoiled Dreams and all, sorrows and joys in this tragic comedy Of which none desires to see, the sad climax of one so pitied On to-wards the circus then! To loves long enduring stage And to its most ardent and selfless soul, the merry clown! Who peerlessly entertains from the wrinkles of his merry age. The comical sage likens loves constant wage to his hearty own And so none is there better, to tell in laughter the ways of love. For when from internal joys he entertains pleasure galore abound But, alas, from internal wounds, many more cracking tears do flow. Such wisdom I learned and these were his last words: "When a fool falls in love, love first fooled him. And so by such fooling we all willing fools be."

Shakespeare

Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
O know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument:
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.