Madman's rest, a old drunkard
Flight for fight- a poor coward
A beggar who still gives free
that's the fool i wish to be
A spirit that dwells in a lamb
That never choose any to harm
Or sheep of meekest head
Not a tiger with grey beard
Fools who suffer in brain, bends
So I e'er forgive if men offends,
And neither like Lion, roar
Nor bark like dog or boar.
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