write about the Lamb's"All Fools Day
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It is a fun filled essay by Charles Lamb, who is celebrating the April
Fool's Day with his friends.
He says that fools are the greatest people on earth and he wants to make
friends with more fools.
He remembers people who have done foolish things in the past and compares them with modern day fools.
He narrates the stupid habits of his friends who must enjoy April Fool's
Day without worrying about the remnaining year.
In the end he jokes by saying that anybody who is searching for meaning in
his words is a bigger fool than the poet.
Answer:
THE compliments of the season to my worthy masters, and a merry first of April to us all!
Many happy returns of this day to you -- and you --and you, Sir -- nay, never frown, man, nor put a long face upon the matter. Do not we know one another? what need of ceremony among friends? we have all a touch of that same -- you understand me -- a speck of the motley. Beshrew the man who on such a day as this, the general festival, should affect to stand aloof. I am none of those sneakers. I am free of the corporation, and care not who knows it. He that meets me in the forest to-day, shall meet with no wise-acre, I can tell him. Stultus sum. Translate me that, and take the meaning of it to yourself for your pains. What, man, we have four quarters of the globe on our side, at the least computation.
Fill us a cup of that sparkling gooseberry -- we will drink no wise, melancholy, politic port on this day -- and let us troll the catch of Amiens -- duc ad me -- duc ad me -- how goes it?
Here shall he see
Gross fools as he.
Now would I give a trifle to know historically and authentically, who was the greatest fool that ever lived. I would certainly give him in a bumper. Marry, of the present breed, I think I could without much difficulty name you the party.
Remove your cap a little further, if you please; it hides my bauble. And now each man bestride his hobby, and dust away his bells to what tune he pleases. I will give you, for my part,
___The crazy old church clock,
And the bewildered chimes.
Good master Empedocles, you are welcome. It is long since you went a salamander gathering down Aetna. Worse than samphire-picking by some odds. `Tis a mercy your worship did not singe your mustachios.
Ha! Cleombrotus! and what salads in faith did you light upon at the bottom of the Mediterranean? You were founder, I take it, of the disinterested sect of the Calenturists.
Gebir, my old free-mason, and prince of plasterers at Babel, bring in your trowel, most Ancient Grand! You have claim to a seat at my right hand, as patron of the stammerers. You left your work, if I remember Herodotus correctly, at eight hundred million toises, or thereabout, above the level of the sea. Bless us, what a long bell you must have pulled, to call your top workmen to their nuncheon on the low grounds of Sennaar. Or did you send up your garlick and onions by a rocket? I am a rogue if I am not ashamed to show you our Monument on Fish-street Hill, after your altitudes. Yet we think it somewhat.
What, the magnanimous Alexander in tears ? -- cry, baby, put its finger in its eye, it shall have another globe, round as an orange, pretty moppet!
Mister Adams -- 'odso, I honour your coat -- pray do us the favour to read to us that sermon, which you lent to Mistress Slipslop -- the twenty and second in your portmanteau there -- on Female Incontinence -- the same -- it will come in most irrelevantly and impertinently seasonable to the time of the day.
Go Master Raymund Lully, you look wise. Pray correct that error. -
Duns, spare your definitions. I must fine you a bumper, or a paradox. We will have nothing said or done syllogistically this day. Remove those logical forms, waiter, that no gentleman break the tender shins of his apprehension stumbling across them.
Master Stephen, you are late. -- Ha! Cokes, is it you ? -- Ague-cheek, my dear knight, let me pay my devoir to you. -- Master Shallow, your worship's poor servant to command. -- Master Silence, I will use few words with you. -- Slender, it shall go hard if I edge not you in somewhere. -- You six will engross all the poor wit of the company to-day. -- I know it, I know it.
Ha! honest R--, my fine old Librarian of Ludgate, time out of mind, art thou here again? Bless thy doublet, it is not over-new, threadbare as thy stories -- what dost thou flitting about the world at this rate ? -- Thy customers are extinct, defunct, bed-rid, have ceased to read long ago. -- Thou goest still among them, seeing if, peradventure, thou canst hawk a volume or two. -- Good Granville S---, thy last patron, is flown.
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