William Shakespeare on Fairies
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“Set your heart at rest: The fairyland buys not the child of me.”
“This is the fairy-land; O spite of spites! We talk with goblins, owls and sprites.”
“Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night.”
“They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die: I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye.”
“In silence sad, Trip we after night's shade: We the globe can compass soon. Swifter than the wand'ring moon.”
“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.”
“O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman.”