With liquid fire the goblet crown'd,
The livid tapers gleaming round,
While Wisdom, Valour, Beauty sleep,
The midnight hags their sabbath keep;
And recent from impure delights
Fell Hecat' leads th' infernal rites.
O'er her wan cheek diffusely spread
Fierce glares the bright vermillion's red.
The borrow'd hair in ringlets flows
Adown her neck of art-form'd snows;
While baleful drugs in vain renew
Departing Beauty's faded hue.