"First ask," says the Emperor, "the _Glory of Kent_,[5] On having much beauty my mind is quite bent; The _Belle_, too, _of Brixton_,[6] the _Marvel du Jour_,[7] And the _Peach-blossom_[8] moth you'll invite, I am sure; The _Sphinx_[9] too, shall come, who makes riddles so well, And the _Gipsey_[10] be ready our fortunes to tell; _Mother Shipton_[11] shall chap'rone the lovely _Black I_,[12] And those awkward Greek girls, _Lambda_,[13] _Gamma_,[14] and _Chi_;[15] _Hebrew Character_,[16] too, who for routs has a passion; And I'll ask Mrs. _Gothic_,[17] though she's out of fashion, For I love my old friends, and had rather that they Should partake of our feast, than the idle and gay, Who flutter about without object or reason, Just live for an hour, and last but a season." How little, alas! do great moths bear in mind, That their tenure of life is of just the same kind. "You're right," said the Empress, "and truly 'twere shabby, T'exclude from our party poor old Mrs. _Tabby_,[18] And the _Rustics_[19] I'll ask, though not one has a gown In which to appear, save of black, grey, or brown; And some of them go, too, so feathered and flounced, That the _Coxcomb_[20] called _Prominent_, on them pronounced A sentence of censure, quite just, but so tart, That I felt, when I heard it, quite cut to the heart. But now to proceed, Sire, the _Leopard_[21] I vote, Be razed from our list, with that ugly old _Goat_,[22] Who in youth made such terrible use of his jaws, That I dread, I confess, e'en the sight of his claws; And as to his muscles, 'tis said that when counted, To four thousand and just forty-one they amounted; Of Musk too, I'm told, he sheds such perfume, That wherever he goes, he fills the whole room