Music, some think, no music is, Unless she sing of toy and kiss; And bring to wanton tunes fie fie, Or tittle tattle, or I'll cry: But let such rhymes no more disgrace Music, sprung of heav'nly race.
Music, some think, no music is, Unless she sing of toy and kiss; And bring to wanton tunes fie fie, Or tittle tattle, or I'll cry: But let such rhymes no more disgrace Music, sprung of heav'nly race.