For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
What e'er thou art, act well thy part.
Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
There's villainous news abroad.