It Is An Art To

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

We Are Persons Of Quality, I Assure You, And Women Of Fashion, And Come To See And To Be Seen.

No Simple Word That Shall Be Uttered At Our Mirthful Board, Shall Make Us Sad Next Morning; Or Affright The Liberty That We'll Enjoy To-night.

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.