Piccolo; Bassoon

" L OVE'S lip is like a feather,
The kissing I am at
Delights me altogether:
What say you, Sir, of that?"

" Love's whip is lead and leather,
And long the lash, whereat
We grow from wild as weather
To tame as tame as cat."
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