When the Fox Dies, his Skin Counts

WE young people in the shade

Sat one sultry day; Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox"

With us sought to play.

Each one of my friends then sat

By his mistress dear; Cupid, blowing out the torch,

Said: "The taper's here!"

Then we quickly sent around

The expiring brand; Each one put it hastily

ln his neighbour's hand.

Dorilis then gave it me,

With a scoffing jest; Sudden into flame it broke,

By my fingers press'd.

And it singed my eyes and face,

Set my breast on fire; Then above my head the blaze

Mounted ever higher.

Vain I sought to put it out;

Ever burned the flame; Stead of dying, soon the Fox

Livelier still became.