Epilogue to the Last Satire of the First Book

Thus may we see by folly of[t] the wise
Stumble and fall into fool's paradise,
For jocund wit of force must jangling be;
Wit must have his will, and so had he:
Wit must have his will, yet parting of the fray,
Wit was enjoin'd to carry the fool away.

Qui color albus erat, nunc est contrarius albo.
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