I know a bank where the wild thyme blows

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows

Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine

With sweet musk roses and with eglantine

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night

Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight

And there the snake throws her enamelled skin

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in

And with the juice of this, I'll streak her eyes

And make her full of hateful fantasies