Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire: I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moones 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. W. Shakespeare

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