Fools Gaze at Painted Courts -
Fools gaze at painted courts, to th' country let me go,
To climb the easy hill, then walk the valley low;
No gold-embossed roofs to me are like the woods;
No bed like to the grass, nor liquor like the floods:
A city's but a sink, gay houses gaudy graves,
The Muses have free leave to starve or live in caves . . .
To climb the easy hill, then walk the valley low;
No gold-embossed roofs to me are like the woods;
No bed like to the grass, nor liquor like the floods:
A city's but a sink, gay houses gaudy graves,
The Muses have free leave to starve or live in caves . . .
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