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Poor fools, come, come, let's take the field! in train
Our tinkling bells should ring:
We all, just like those handsome mules in Spain,
March to the ring, ding, ding
Many the errors of the human race —
Heaven wills to each his share:
On Wisdom's mantle Folly finds a place,
And hangs her bells on there.
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Pierre Jean de B├®ranger
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