Epigraph: 'There was a sound of revelry by night,/ And Belgium's capital had gathered then/ Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright/ The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;-/ A thousand hearts beat happily; and when/ Music arose, with its voluptuous swell, /Soft, eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, /And all went merry as a marriage-bell.
On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined;/ No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet/ To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.'
Byron