Reason and Folly and Beauty, they sayItalian AirReason and Folly and Beauty, they say,Went on a party of pleasure one day: Folly played Around the maid,The bells of his cap rung merrily out; While Reason took To his sermon-book—Oh! which was the pleasanter no one need doubt,Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt.Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage.Turned for a moment to Reason’s dull page, Till Folly said, «Look here, sweet maid!»—The sight of his cap brought her back to herself; While Reason read His leaves of lead,With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf!No,—no one to mind him, poor sensible elf!Then Reason grew jealous of Folly’s gay cap;Had he that on, he her heart might entrap— «There it is,» Quoth Folly, «old quiz!»(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!»«Reason with my cap and bells on his head!»But Reason the head-dress so awkwardly wore,That Beauty now liked him still less than before; While Folly took Old Reason’s book,And twisted the leaves in a cap of such ton, That Beauty vowed (Tho’ not aloud),She liked him still better in that than his own,Yes,—liked him still better in that than his own.