How red your nose is!
"Quick! take the powder-puff, my love—
Not on your bouquet or your hair now!—
Don't bungle so; you'll drop that glove—
Please take more care now.
"You stoop like any bourgeoise chit.
Who'd think you educated highly?
No, not so stiff. Do blush a bit,
And simper shyly."
Ah! Maiden fair of cloudless air.