Like that dear bird we both can remember, Who left us while summer shone round; But, when chill'd by bleak December, Upon our threshold a welcome still found. REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY. AIR-Italian. REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say, Around the maid, The bells of his cap rung merrily out, To his sermon-book Oh which was the pleasanter no one need doubt, No, no, no, no, Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt. Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage, "Look here, sweet maid!" The sight of his cap brought her back to herself, While Reason read His leaves of lead, With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf! No one to mind him, poor sensible elf! Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap, Had he that on, he her heart might entrap, “ There it is,” Quoth Folly," Old Quiz!” (Folly was always good natured, 'tis said, Under the sun, There's no such fun, As Reason with my cap and bells on his head. Ha! ha! ha! ha! Reason with my cap and bells on his head! But Reason the head-dress so aukwardly wore, That Beauty now liked him still less than be fore, While Folly took And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton, That Beauty vow'd (Though not aloud) She liked him still better in that than his own, Yes, yes, yes, yes, Liked him still better in that than his own. FARE THEE WELL, THOU LOVELY ONE! -AIR-Sicilian. FARE thee well, thou lovely one! Love's sweet life is o'er. Thy words whate'er their flatt'ring spell, Were sure to be believed. Then, fare thee well, thou lovely one! Lovely still, but dear no more; Once his soul of truth is gone, Love's sweet life is o'er. Yet those eyes look constant still, Of blushing always bright. |