Soon you will long that you were dead
When married; seek in street or lane
Some love. No! Passion bids me wed;
You’re crazy—batter out your brain!
Olivier Basselin who flourished in the Fifteenth century, and who was a fuller by trade, is another one of the literary “Fathers,” his title being, “Le Pere Joyeux du Vaudeville.” Born at Vire, surrounded by valleys, it is held by some, while contradicted by others, that the modern term vaudeville is a corruption of Vaux de Vire.
His songs are mostly convivial and his humor broad and rollicking.
TO MY NOSE
Fair Nose! whose rubies red have cost me many a barrel
Of claret wine and white,
Who wearest in thy rich and sumptuous apparel