The excellency of this cave,
Squirrels’ and children’s teeth late shed
Are neatly here enchequered.
Oberon’s Feast again is a revel of fantastical dishes not from nature, but from that part of the imagination that is a toy-shop:
A little moth
Late fattened in a piece of cloth:
With withered cherries; mandrake’s ears;
Moles’ eyes; to these, the slain stag’s tears;
The unctuous dewlaps of a snail;
The broke heart of a nightingale