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Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell.
[Burden, Ding-dong.

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch, when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough.


WHO is Silvia? what is she,

That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she:

The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.

Is she kind, as she is fair?

For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair,

To help him of his blindness; And, being help'd inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing,

Upon the dull earth dwelling;
To her let us garlands bring.


TAKE, oh take those lips away,

That so sweetly are forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again,

Bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,

Seal'd in vain!



You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen :


Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby;
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.


Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence; Beetles black, approach not near; Worm, nor snail, do no offence.


Philomel with melody, &c.


away; now all is well:
One, aloof, stand centinel.


Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone.

Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.


Through this house, give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire;

Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier;

And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.


First, rehearse this song by rote:
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.


Now, until the break of day,

Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride bed will we,

Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:

And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despis'd in nativity,

Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace:
E'er shall it in safety rest,

And the owner of it blest.

Trip away;

Make no stay;

Meet me all by break of day.


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