Por
. That light we see is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Music! hark!
Ner
. It is your music, madam, of the house.
Por
. Nothing is good, I see, without respect;
Por
. That light we see is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Music! hark!
Ner
. It is your music, madam, of the house.
Por
. Nothing is good, I see, without respect;