Lyrics

Aux taureaux Dieu cornes donne Et sabots durs aux chevaux... Why are not women fair, All, as Andromache— Having, each one, most praisable Ears, eyes, soul, skin, hair? Good God! That all beasts should have The tusks of the elephant, Or be beautiful As large, ferocious tigers are. It is not so with women. I wish they were all fair, And walked in fine clothes, With parasols, in the afternoon air.