"They are likechildrenwho sitin the market placeand callto one another,and they say,'We played the flutefor you, and you did not dance;we sang a dirge,and you did not weep.'
Whyis there a pricein the handof a foolto buywisdom,When he hasnosense?
And the streetsof the citywill be filledwith boysand girlsplayingin its streets.'
"And he wentout aboutthe thirdhourand sawothersstandingidlein the market place;
"To whatthenshall I comparethe menof thisgeneration,and whatare they like?
"For Johnthe Baptisthas comeeatingnobreadand drinkingnowine,and you say,'He hasa demon!'
