When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

Old fools are babes again.

All, with one consent, praise newborn gawds (sic), though they are made and molded of things past

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.