Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, January 7, 1893

SCENE— The Elysian Fields, a flower-gemmed bank, by a flowing stream, beneath the sylvan shade of unfading foliage. Mr. Punch— who is free of all places, from Fleet Street to Parnassus—discovered, in Arcadian attire, attempting numerous verse on a subject of National importance—to wit, the approaching Royal Marriage.
Mr. Punch. Propt on this bank of amaranth and moly,
Beneath the shade of boughs un melancholy,
I meditate on Æstas and on Hymen!
Pheugh! What a Summer! Torrid drought doth try men,—
And fields and farms; yet when our Royal May
Weds—in July—'tis fit that Phoebus stay
His fiery car to welcome her! By Jove,
That sounds Spenserian! Illustrious Love
Epithalamion demands, and lo!
We've no official Laureate, to let flow,
With Tennysonian dignity and sweetness,