The Star and the Garter

She argues ‘he would have her grow So fell a Trixy—point device !— His Dante to her Beatrice Should seem—let music’s language show: ‘Andante move to Allegro, ‘Alas for pianissimo!” ‘And, in return, suspects I don ‘One glory more than Solomon: “Rocks cannot satisfy the coney ; Lingerie’s always worth the money. In fine, flop, German, from thy throne! Leave Greek and Papuan alone!