The poem
I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King; I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp; I'd rather make his royal ribs with belly-laughter ring, Than see him sitting in the suds and sulky as a carp. I'd rather be the Court buffoon than its most high-browed sage: So you who read, take head, take heed, - Ere yet you turn my page.