Better submit; try again; what's the clef?
'Faith, 'tis no trifle for pipe and for tabor—
Four flats, the minor in F.
Friend, your fugue taxes the finger:
Learning it once, who would lose it?
Yet all the while a misgiving will linger,
Truth's golden o'er us although we refuse it—
Nature, through cobwebs we string her.
Hugues! I advise meâ pœnâ
(Counterpoint glares like a Gorgon)