The choice spirits feast | ||
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Prithee leave off this dull Panegyric, my Dear,
The Ladys have wished the Choice Spirits to hear,
To divert them this Night in Borlace we appear.
The Ladys have wished the Choice Spirits to hear,
To divert them this Night in Borlace we appear.
Since Singing's the Taste, let us have a Duetta,
Between us we'll make what you call a Burletta,
He shall do the Old Man, and you do Spiletta.
Between us we'll make what you call a Burletta,
He shall do the Old Man, and you do Spiletta.
The choice spirits feast | ||