The pretty boys at play in silly school,
Pretending, being naughty, breaking rules,
A-prancing round the villa jeu d’espirit
The one pretending to be Socrates,
The other would be Trajan—this I know—
Commanding dashing soldiers, ou, aut-oh.
What fun! In costume, wigs and pretty curls,
Both quarreling like spoiled little girls:
And this from men who fashion all the world.
Trajan, my husband, blows upon the flute,
Performing for the soldier boys, toot-toot;
A prince lighting his candle in the night,
A sun who glows so Socrates may write
Of how my husband blows: Socrates bites.
Frederick II, the Great, King of Prussia (January 24, 1712 – August 17, 1786)
François-Marie Arouet, Voltaire (November 21, 1694 – May 30, 1778)