Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2183/Bon Jour, Bon Soir

tell, in simple way, How I employ my life: Alternately, Good day! And then, Good eve! I say. Good day!! to buxom wife, When she doth me receive; To fool with boredom rife, Good eve!

Frank Troubadour, Good day! Right joyously prepare Of peace, and seasons gay, And wine, and loves, thy lay: But if mad rhymster dare With long romance to cleave My ear, — to him declare Good eve!

Good day, good neighbor mine! Thirst draws me unto thee: Good day! If that thy wine Be Beaune, or of the Rhine, My throat shall funnel be         That nectar to receive: But, if Surêne, — dost see? —              Good eve!

If my verse pleasure bring, Sweet guerdon I receive; And, happy as a king, Good day! for me shall ring. If my muse, wandering, Betray my hopes, I grieve; And then, can only sing, — Good eve!