All smooth and right—we’ve no desire to hear;
But, if you’ve lewd and wicked things to tell, }
Low passions, cruel deeds, nay crimes—’tis well: }
Who would not listen?—— }
P. Hark! I hear the bell. }
It calls to dinner with inviting sound,
For now we know where dinners may be found,
And can behold and share the glad repast,
Without a dread that we behold our last.
F. Come then, shy friend, let doleful subjects cease, 220