No man should stand before the moon br To make sweet song thereon, br With dandified importance, br His sense of humor gone. br br Nay, let us don the motley cap, br The jester's chastened mien, br If we would woo that looking-glass br And see what should be seen. br br O mirror on fair Heaven's wall, br We find there what we bring. br So, let us smile in honest part br And deck our souls and sing. br br Yea, by the chastened jest alone br Will ghosts and terrors pass, br And fays, or suchlike friendly things, br Throw kisses through the glass.