fool - Popular Poems and stories from category

Come,
Death,
I'd have a word with thee;
And thou, poor Innocency;

Oh
a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon,
If you listen to popular rumour;
From morning to night he's so joyous and bright,

I am two fools,
I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not be I, If she would not deny
Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea water's fretful salt away, I thoug...