QUEEN MAB

Hail, and welcome worthiest Queen, Joy had never perfect been, To the Nymphs that haunt this green, Had they not this evening seen. Now they print it on the ground With their feet in figures round, Marks that will be ever found, To remember this glad stound. Trust her not, you bonny-bell, She will forty leasings tell, I do know her pranks right well. Satire , we must have a spell, For your tongue, it runs too fleet. Fairies, pinch him black and blue, Now you have him, make him rue. Madame, now and end to make, Deign a simple gift to take: Only for the Fairies sake, Who about you still shall wake. It's done only to supply, His suspected courtesy, Who (since THAMYRA did die) Hath not brooked a ladies eye, Nor allowed about his place, Any of the female raze. Only we are free to trace All his grounds, as he to chase. For which bounty to us lent, Of him vnknowledgde, or unsent, We prepared this A jewel was given her. compliment , And as far from cheap intent, In particular to feed, Any hope that should succeed. Or our glory by the deed, As your self are from the needs. Utter not; we you implore, Who did give it, nor wherefore. And when ever you restore Your self to us, you shall have more. Highest, happiest Queen farewell, But beware you do not tell.