[Chorus of both.]
Then mad, very mad, very mad let us be, For Europe does now with our Frenzy agree, And all Things in Nature are made too as we.
She. I found Apollo singing,
The Tune my Rage increases,
I made him so blind with a Look that was kind,
That he broke his Lyre to pieces.
He. I drank a Health to Venus,
And the Mole on her white shoulder;
Mars flinch'd at the Glass, and I threw't in his Face,
Was ever Hero bolder?
She. 'Tis true, my dear Alcides,
Things tend to Dissolution;
The charms of a Crown, and the crafts of the Gown,
Have brought all to Confusion.
He. The haughty French begun it,
The English Wits pursue it.
She. The German and Turk still go on with the Work,
He. And all in Time will rue it.
CHORUS.
Then mad, very mad let us be,
Very mad, very mad let us be,
For Europe does now with our Frenzy agree,
And all Things in Nature are mad too as we.
