“These forms divine
Must in one combine
For the Punch that Puck is preparing—
And the dark-eyed form
Is the spirit warm,
With the wild Bacchante bearing.
“The sweet-faced fair
Puts the sugar there,
Like Charity bland and placid.
And Satire’s the jade
Who lends lemon aid
For a dash of the needful acid.
“Calm Wisdom, too,
May water the brew
To temper, not quench, your laughter—
Yet water comes best—
With the keenest zest—
Puck thinks, on the morning after.”