Classic Poem

V IRTUE stand aside: the fool is caught,
Laugh to see him, laugh aloud to wake him,
Folly's nets are wide, and neatly wrought,
Mock his horns, and laugh to see Vice take him. Quire:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,
Who's the fool? The fool, he wears a horn.

Virtue stand aside, mock him, mock him, mock him,
Laugh aloud to see him, call him fool.
Error gave him suck, now sorrows rock him,
Send the riotous beast to madness' school. Quire:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,
Who's the fool? The fool, he wears a horn.

Virtue stand aside: your school he hates.
Laugh aloud to see him, mock, mock, mock him.
Vanity and hell keep open gates,
He's in, and a new nurse, Despair, must rock him. Quire:
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,
Who's the fool? The fool, he wears a horn.