The New Hampshire Gazette

POETRY.

Reason, Folly, and Beauty.

The following Anacreontic of Moore, has lately been sung in the fashionable circles of London.

Reason, and Folly, and Beauty, one day,
Went out a party of pleasure they say
Folly played
Around the maid,
The bells on his cap rang merrily out;
While Reason took
His sermon book,
Which was the preacher no one can doubt:
No, No, No, No
Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage,
Turned for a moment to Reason's dull page
Till Folly said,
"Look here, sweet maid:"
He caper'd and sang—Beauty danced to herself:
And Reason read
His leaves of lead,
With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf:
No, No, No, No!
Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap;
"Had I that on, I her heart might entrap"
"There it is,"
Said Folly, "Old Quiz:"
(For Folly was always good natured, 'tis said)
"Under the sun,
There's no such fun,
As Reason with my cap and bells on his head;
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!"
But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore,
That Beauty now liked him still less than before:
But Folly took
Old Reason's book.
And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton,
That Beauty vow'd,
Though not aloud,
She liked him still better in that than his own!
Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!