The Madman and the Philosopher

								
A Certain Madman, as the story goes,
    Threw stones at a Philosopher, one day.
The latter said, "My friend, I don't suppose
    You care to work so hard, without your pay.
Here, take this crown; how deeply I regret
    I cannot better recompense your trouble!
Go, pelt yon gentleman, and you may get
    A larger sum--perhaps as much as double."
Pleased at the chance, our fool begins to throw
    Big stones at a patrician; but, instead
Of giving gold, the lackeys mauled him so,
    That they departed leaving him half dead.

Such fools there are in kingly courts,
    Who raise the laugh at your expense;
But can you check their silly sports,
    Or stop their loud impertinence?
If any words or any blows
    Of yours are powerless to hush them,
Just get them to be rude to those
    Who have sufficient force to crush them.
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