WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. I do wander everywhere,5 Swifter than the moone'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,—10 Those be rubies, Fairy favors: In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.