Discord.
When by the brook his strain Cupid is fluting, And on the neighboring plain Mayors disputing, There turns the ear ere long, Loving and tender, Yet to the noise a song Soon must surrender. Loud then the flute-notes glad Sound 'mid war's thunder; If I grow raving mad, Is it a wonder? Flutes sing and trumpets bray, Waxing yet stronger; If, then, my senses stray, Wonder no longer.
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