Some o'er thy Thamis row the ribboned fair,[dc]

Others along the safer turnpike fly;

Some Richmond-hill ascend, some scud to Ware,

And many to the steep of Highgate hie.

Ask ye, Boeotian Shades! the reason why? [15.B.]

'Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn,[88]

Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery,

In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,

And consecrate the oath with draught, and dance till morn.