“The wind—there’s nothing like it in the world,<br /> Or even in a shadowy vale—<br /> Gives, through turned wooden pipes,<br /> Flutes and flageolet,<br /> Which, when held correctly with tongue and teeth<br /> Can be taken for the praiseworthy nightingale—<br /> Quite wonderful sounds to hear.<br /> One can safely wager<br /> That the amiability of the gentle piper<br /> And the bassoon’s deep roar<br /> Goes beyond all reason.<br /> The bass, in addition, murmurs. . . ."<br /> —Translated from image