One night i'th' year, my dearest Beauties, come, br And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my tomb; br When thence ye see my reverend ghost to rise, br And there to lick th' effused sacrifice, br Though paleness be the livery that I wear, br Look ye not wan or colourless for fear. br Trust me, I will not hurt ye, or once show br The least grim look, or cast a frown on you; br Nor shall the tapers, when I'm there, burn blue. br This I may do, perhaps, as I glide by,-- br Cast on my girls a glance, and loving eye; br Or fold mine arms, and sigh, because I've lost br The world so soon, and in it, you the most: br --Than these, no fears more on your fancies fall, br Though then I smile, and speak no words at all.