And better now - now best, and every night,
In this fool’s paradise he drank delight;
And as he felt the bliss, he wish’d to know
Whence all this rapture and these joys could flow;
For if the seeing could such pleasure bring,
What must the feeling? - feeling like a king?
In vain his wife, his uncle, and his friend,
Cried - “Peter! Peter! let such follies end;
’Tis well enough these vagabonds to see,
But would you partner with a showman be?”