Syren. I will love thee well and dearly,
Sing thee songs of music rare.
Phil. No, acoustics prove most clearly
Sound exists alone in air.
Syren. Sea-born nymphs shall serve your table—
Syrens of the fairest mien.
Phil. I assure you 'tis a fable,
Mermaids yet have ne'er been seen.
One there was in Piccadilly,
Half a fish, and half an ape;