We are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features; One of us in glass is set, One of us you ’ll find in jet, T’other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within; If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you.
Air: “o Mary, heave a sigh for me.” O MARE æva si forme; Forme ure tonitru; Iambicum as amandum, Olet Hymen promptu; Mihi is vetas an ne se, As humano erebi; Olet mecum marito te, Or eta beta pi. Alas, plano more meretrix, Mi ardor vel uno; Inferiam ure artis base, Tolerat me urebo....
We are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features; One of us in glass is set, One of us you ’ll find in jet, T’other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within; If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you.
Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying, Never finding full repast Till I eat the world at last.
