A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire!

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moon's sphere

And I serve the Fairy Queen,

To dew her orbs upon the green

The cowslips tall her pensioners be

In their gold coats spots you see

Those be rubies, fairy favours

In those freckles live their savours

I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. 

Sonnet 153

Cupid Laid by His Brand and Fell Asleep

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,

A maid of Dian's this advantage found,

And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep

In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;

Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love

A dateless lively heat still to endure,

And grew a seeting bath, which yet men prove

Against strange maladies a sovereign cure.

But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,

The boy for trial needs would touch my breast

I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,

And thither hied a sad distempered guest,

But found no cure. The bath for my help lies

Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress' eyes. 

-William Shakespeare-