Raves as this loud blusterer raves;
Seems he not a willing madman,
Let him reap the fruits he sowed![n52]
But ye maids, who share his sorrows,
Not his crimes, with quick removal
Hie from this devoted spot,
Lest with idiocy the thunder
Harshly blast your maundering wits.
Chorus.
Wouldst thou with thy words persuade us,