Yea, I admire to see some natures further sundered,
Than antipodes to us. Is it not to be wondered,
In myriads ye'll find, of one mind scarce a hundred!
Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou go?

13 What multitude of notions

Doth perturb my pate,
Considering the motions,

How the heavens are preserved,
And this world served,

In moisture, light, and heat!

If one spirit sits the outmost circle turning,
Or one turns another continuing in journeying,
If rapid circles' motion be that which they call burning!
Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou go?

14 Fain also would I

By considering

prove this,

What that which you call love is:

Whether it be a folly

Or a melancholy,

Or some heroic thing!

Fain I'd have it proved, by one whom love hath wounded, And fully upon one his desire hath founded,

Whom nothing else could please though the world were rounded.

Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou go?

15 To know this world's centre,

Height, depth, breadth, and length,
Fain would I adventure

To search the hid attractions

Of magnetic actions,

And adamantic strength.

Fain would I know, if in some lofty mountain,
Where the moon sojourns, if there be trees or fountain;
If there be beasts of prey, or yet be fields to hunt in.
Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou

16 Fain would I have it tried
By experiment,

By none can be denied;

If in this bulk of nature,

There be voids less or greater,

Or all remains complete?

go?

Fain would I know if beasts have any reason;
If falcons killing eagles do commit a treason;
If fear of winter's want makes swallows fly the season.
Hallo, my fancy, whither wilt thou go;

17 Hallo, my fancy, hallo,

Stay, stay at home with me,
I can thee no longer follow,
For thou hast betrayed me,
And bewrayed me;

It is too much for thee.

Stay, stay at home with me; leave off thy lofty soaring; Stay thou at home with me, and on thy books be poring; For he that goes abroad, lays little up in storing:

Thou 'rt welcome home, my fancy, welcome home to me.

'Strange alterations which at this time be,
There's many did think they never should see.'

THE FAIRY QUEEN.

1 Come, follow, follow me, You, fairy elves that be; Which circle on the green,

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Come, follow Mab, your queen.
Hand in hand let's dance around,
For this place is fairy ground.

When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest;
Unheard and unespied,

Through keyholes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,
We trip it with our fairy elves.

And if the house be foul
With platter, dish, or bowl,
Up-stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep:

There we pinch their arms and thighs;
None escapes, nor none espies.

But if the house be swept,

And from uncleanness kept,
We praise the household maid,
And duly she is paid;

For we use, before we go,
To drop a tester in her shoe.

5 Upon a mushroom's head
Our tablecloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat
Is manchet which we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink,
In acorn cups filled to the brink.

6 The brains of nightingales,

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With unctuous fat of snails, Between two cockles stewed, Is meat that's easily chewed; Tails of worms, and marrow of mice, Do make a dish that's wondrous nice.

The grasshopper, gnat, and fly,
Serve us for our minstrelsy;
Grace said, we dance a while,
And so the time beguile;

And if the moon doth hide her head,
The glow-worm lights us home to bed.

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On tops of dewy grass

So nimbly do we pass,

The young and tender stalk

Ne'er bends when we do walk;
Yet in the morning may be seen
Where we the night before have been.