A thoughtful soul toils on through many a silent year.
Time only makes the busy ferment clear,
Besides that the ingredients all
Are passing strange and mystical!
’Tis true the devil taught them how to do it,
But not the devil with his own hands can brew it.
[Looking at the Cat-Apes.] Lo! what a tiny gay parade!
Here’s the man, and there’s the maid!
[Addressing them.] It seems that your good mother has gone out?
The Cat-Apes.