In nestled sighs,
I walk alone;
A weary prince,
But I have not the crown.

I sup with fools;
My gait is graceful;
I offer them samples,
Of what I find tasteful.

"Come, ye sharks!
Fill your jaws!
Accept my gifts,
Come one, come all!

But always be ready
To offer applause,
Or suffer to hear
My deadening pause."

And late at night,
Within my chamber,
I latch the door,
So none may enter.

I write in earnest,
My story to you:
A prince of fools,
But I am one too.