Now we lament one Who danced on a plume of words, Sang with a fountain's panache, Dazzled like slate roofs in sun After rain, was flighty as birds And alone as a mountain ash. The ribald, inspired urchin Leaning over the lip Of his world, as over a rock pool Or a lucky dip, Found everything brilliant and virgin.
The busy day, Wak'd by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows, And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer.william shakespeare
Man is a ribald, Man’s a rake. Man is Nature’s sole mistake!