Seems to decay,
And melts away
In a feeble, feeble squall.
In music there’s a medium, you know;
Don’t sing too high, nor sink too low.
If in a house tumultuous rows arise,
Music to drown the noise the means supplies;
Or when the housemaid, pressed with cares,
To yonder public-house repairs,
Some gallant soldier, fired by music’s sound