A VENETIAN STORY. BY LORD BYRON. ROSALIND. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: Look, you lisp, and wear AS YOU LIKE IT, Act IV. Sc. I. Annotation of the Commentators. That is, been at Venice, which was much visited by the young English SIXTH EDITION. LONDON: JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET. 1818. BEPPO. I. 'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about, And buy repentance, ere they grow devout, However high their rank, or low their station, With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masquing, And other things which may be had for asking. B II. The moment night with dusky mantle covers The skies (and the more duskily the better), The time less liked by husbands than by lovers Begins, and prudery flings aside her fetter; And gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers, Giggling with all the gallants who beset her; And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming, Guitars, and every other sort of strumming. III. And there are dresses splendid, but fantastical, Masks of all times and nations, Turks and Jews, And harlequins and clowns, with feats gymnastical, Greeks, Romans, Yankee-doodles, and Hindoos; All kinds of dress, except the ecclesiastical, All people, as their fancies hit, may choose, But no one in these parts may quiz the clergy, Therefore take heed, ye Freethinkers! I charge ye. |