So who is partaking in a Madrigal, or is that a MagicGull?
Who have the voices as I could clear the Tower quicker than the fire alarms?
If Tower music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs, the Queenie daughter and her mother,
Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and she,
Because thou lovest the one, and you the other.
The Bard to all is dear, whose heavenly touch
Upon the lute doth ravish human sense;
Tony to me, whose deep goat keep is such
As, passing all keeping needs no defence.
Thou lovest to hear the sweet melodious sound
That Psybbo's lute, the Irish queen of music, makes;
And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd
When as Igor himself to singing he betakes.
One Ed is Ed of both, as poets feign;
One Daisy loves both, and both in thee remain.