Classic Poem

Weep Heraclitus ; it fits the age wherein
Nothing but filth, nothing but sorrow's seen
And laugh Democritus , laugh while thou list,
Nothing but folly, nought but vain, thou seest
This alwayes weeps, that still remains in gladness,
Yet both endure one labour, both one sadness.
Now need requires (since all the World is mad)
A thousand laughing, and a thousand sad.
'Tis time the World turn'd (madness is so sore)
T' Anticera , the grass to Hellebore.