Thou art death's fool;For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shunAnd yet runn'st toward him still.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit