With midnight sports,
Partaking very much of flash and fancy!
What thoughts had shaken all
In olden time at thy nocturnal revels,—
Each brimstone ball,
They would have deem’d an eyeball of the Devil’s,
But now thy flaming Meteors cause no fright;
A modern Hubert to the royal ear,
Might whisper without fear,
“My Lord, they say there were five moons to-night!”