A lame youth, whom _Apollo_ had recompensed with a pipe, and to which he had added a tabourin of his own accord, ran sweetly over the prelude, as he sat upon the bank ----Tie me up this tress instantly, said _Nannette_, putting a piece of string into my hand --It taught me to forget I was a stranger ----The whole knot fell down ----We had been seven years acquainted.
The youth struck the note upon the tabourin--his pipe followed, and off we bounded---- "the duce take that slit!"
The sister of the youth, who had stolen her voice from heaven, sung alternately with her brother----'twas a _Gascoigne_ roundelay.
VIVA LA JOIA! FIDON LA TRISTESSA!
The nymphs join'd in unison, and their swains an octave below them----

A lame youth with a pipe and a tambourine ran sweetly over the prelude, as he sat upon the bank.
'Tie me up this tress of hair,' said Nannette, putting a piece of string into my hand . - I forgot I was a stranger. - The knot fell down - we had been seven years acquainted.
The youth played - and off we bounded.
The youth's sister sang like an angel - 'twas a Gascoigne roundelay.
VIVA LA JOIA!
FIDON LA TRISTESSA!
The nymphs joined in, and their swains an octave below them.
