The Sonorous Island

In the instant escaped softly
Some unfortunate words of prose?

My dear Piano, no, I dare not.

In that case, sing then: sing, my virtuoso,
Sing, enchant me, perfect Musician.

Mock me. But listen, my Lord, here is the fact.
My faith (aside.) the rhyme has abandoned me completely,
Good, good, perhaps he will not notice it.

Well then.

Lord Piano, here is the fact,
Here, here is the fact,

AIR: From the Swiss German.

On well-ruled paper
Our Prince has declared his

By the heat of this little aria here,
One sees that he is in love with her,

But by the cold
Of the one that is there,
One judges that the Lady

I am handing over to you
These two tunes

Can one see a procedure more

See what is
The Aria and the Love
Of the object
Whose heart the King wants to win