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."
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