To sing a die-away duet with.
(Say something in the Verdi style,)
Upon my life I never met with.
And yet I waver'd in my choice;
For I believe I'm right in saying
That nothing equall'd Fanny's voice,
Unless it was Maria's playing.
If music be the food of Love,
That was the house for Cupid's diet;
Those two melodious girls, by Jove,