Thou Art A Fool, Said My Head To My Heart, "Indeed, The Greatest Of Fools Thou Art, To Be Led Astray By The Trick Of A Tress, By A Smiling Face Or A Ribbon Smart;" And My Heart Was In Sore Distress. Then Phyllis Came By, And Her Face Was Fair, The Light Gleamed Soft On Her Raven Hair; And Her Lips Were Blooming A Rosy Red. Then My Heart Spoke Out With A Right Bold Air: "Thou Art Worse Than A Fool, O Head!"