noon
Sing , sweet subject , sing ; and let it be the song our dear friend , Signor Visdomini , -LRB- I know not if this be the same Visdomini who , three years afterwards , with one of the Medici , conducted so gallant a reinforcement to Scarperia , then besieged by Visconti d'Oleggio . -RRB- made for a kind of inaugural anthem to such as we admitted to our court . '' Mariana , who had reclined herself by the side of Adrian , took up the lute , and , after a short prelude , sung the words thus imperfectly translated : -- The Song of the Florentine Lady . Enjoy the more the smiles of noon If doubtful be the morrow ; And know the Fort of Life is soon Betray 'd to Death by Sorrow ! Death claims us all -- then , Grief , away ! We 'll own no meaner master ; The clouds that darken round the day But bring the night the faster . Love -- feast -- be merry while on earth , Such , Grave , should be thy moral !