But as for the present they're too hot for drinking,
The ladies were sniffing the odour, and thinking,
When he first had stept into the room;
Though some rather too bold were near choked, by the bye,
And got burnt in their fright, till a tear leaves each eye,
Which their temper does rather consume.
But how sudden the spirits have vanished from sight!
Far more rapid, I'm certain, than conjuring quite.
For the Abbot, in spite of the scent, is believing
That his nose plays him false, and has been him deceiving.