“Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“We endow our poor lovers with godly traits, and then destroy them for being mortal. ”
“And certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.”
“What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)”