The Pastime, and Recreation of the Queen of Fairies in Fairy-land, the Center of the Earth.
WHere this Queen Mab, and all her Fairy fry,
Are dancing on a pleasant mole-bill high;
With fine small stram-pipes sweet Musicks pleasure,
By which they do keep just time and measure.
All hand in hand, a round, a round,
They dance upon this Fairy ground.
And when the Queen leaves off to dance,
She calls for all her Attendants,
Her to wait on unto a Bower,
Where she doth sit under a flower,
To shade her from the Moon-shine bright,
Where Gnats do sing for her delight.
Some high, some low, some Tenour strain,
Making a Consort very plain.
The whilst the Bat doth flye about,
To keep in order all the rout;
And with her wings she strikes them hard,
Because no noise there should be heard.
She on a dewy leafe doth bathe,
And as she sits, the lease doth wave.
There, like a new-fallen flake of snow,
Doth her white limbes in beauty shew.
Her garments faire her maid, put on,
Made of the pure light from the Sun;
From whence such colours she inshades,
In every object she invades.
Then to her dinner she goes stroight,
Where every one in order wait;
And on a Mushroom there is 〈◊〉〈◊〉
A cover fine of Spiders web.
And for her stood a Thistle-down,
And for her cup an Acorns crown;
Wherein strong Nectar there is fill'd,