First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.

All seemed well pleased, all seemed, but were not all.

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.