Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles
Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,
And love to live in dimples sleek,—
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as ye go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty: