SUR L'HERBE.
Gertrude Hall Brownell translation
"The abbé rambles."—"You, marquis, Have put your wig on all awry."— "This wine of Cyprus kindles me Less, my Camargo, than your eye!" "My passion"—"Do, mi, sol, la, si."— "Abbé, your villany lies bare."— "Mesdames, I climb up yonder tree And fetch a star down, I declare." "Let each kiss his own lady, then The others."—"Would that I were, too, A lap-dog!"—"Softly, gentlemen!"— "Do, mi."—"The moon!"—"Hey, how d'ye do?"