Then Temperance reeling off, quite full,
Charged Friendship with drugging her draught;
She vowed it was Love that was spiteful,
While Charity, blaming all, laugh'd;
When Rage, with the blandest expression,
And Vengeance, low-voiced like a child,
Cried, "Mercy, forgive the transgression!"
But Mercy look'd horribly wild.
V.
Old Wisdom was worshipping Fashion,