When The Fox Dies, His Skin Counts

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.