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Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad
 And then he danced;--all foreigners excel
 The serious Angles in the eloquence
  Of pantomime;--he danced, I say read more 
 And then he danced;--all foreigners excel
 The serious Angles in the eloquence
  Of pantomime;--he danced, I say right well,
   With emphasis, and also with good sense--
    A thing in footing indispensable:
     He danced without theatrical pretence,
      Not like a ballet-master in the van
       Of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman. 
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
My dancing days are done.
My dancing days are done.
 He who esteems the Virginia reel
 A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal,
  And regards read more 
 He who esteems the Virginia reel
 A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal,
  And regards the quadrille as a far greater knavery
   Than crushing His African children with slavery,
    Since all who take part in a waltz or cotillon
     Are mounted for hell on the devil's own pillion,
      Who, as every true orthodox Christian well knows,
       Approaches the heart through the door of the toes. 
 Others import yet nobler arts from France,
 Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.  
 Others import yet nobler arts from France,
 Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance. 
 Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who 
could not hear the music.  
 Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who 
could not hear the music. 
 Come and trip it as ye go,
 On the light fantastic toe.  
 Come and trip it as ye go,
 On the light fantastic toe. 
 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the read more 
 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
   Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.