A mouse, a beetle in a box,
A candle, and some bits of rocks.
What’s here? A diamond? No, alas,
Only a piece—of pure glass!
My lord, I vow by this I know it,
Here’s not a fool, but but a poet.
Oberon.So then we’re safe. Let him sleep on,
And ride from Troy to Helicon.
Titania.Once more we breathe the summer-sweeten’d air.
Night, and the still stars, and the world are fair.