From morn till night, from night till startled Morn[84]

Peeps blushing on the Revel's laughing crew,

The Song is heard, the rosy Garland worn;

Devices quaint, and Frolics ever new,

Tread on each other's kibes.[85] A long adieu

He bids to sober joy that here sojourns:

Nought interrupts the riot, though in lieu[cy]

Of true devotion monkish incense burns,

And Love and Prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns.[cz]