THE WISEST of the wise br Listen to pretty lies br And love to hear them told; br Doubt not that Solomon br Listen’d to many a one,— br Some in his youth, and more when he grew old. br br I never was among br The choir of Wisdom’s song, br But pretty lies lov’d I br As much as any king, br When youth was on the wing, br And (must it then be told?) when youth had quite gone by.