You were silly like us: your gift survived it all; 40 The parish of rich women, physical decay, Yourself; mad Ireland hurt you into poetry. Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still, For poetry makes nothing happen.

-Auden,W(ystan) H(ugh)
  'In Memory of  W.B.Yeats', pt.2.

Idonot know whether itoughttobe so, butcertainlysilly things do cease to be silly if theyare done by sensible people in an impudent way.Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly. It depends upon the character of those who handle it.

-Austen,Jane
  Emma, ch.26.

Daisy and Lily, Lazy and silly, Walk by the shore of the wan grass sea,ö Talking once more 'neath a swan-bosomed tree.

-Sitwell, Dame Edith Louisa
  Fa c° ade 'Valse'.

Consider: only one bullet in ten thousand kills a man. Ask: was so much expenditure justified On the death of one so young and so silly Stretched under the olive trees,Oh, world,Oh, death?

-Spender, Sir Stephen Harold
  'Regum Ultimo Ratio'.