Of trolls within the ribbèd earth,

Were ceased when my mad falchion blazed;

That, like the picking lightning, then

Smote the black dragon in his den.

Puck.’Twas brave!—Now on yon peering puffball

Kneel and with daisy stalk I’ll dubb you.

Rise up, Sir Goggamene.

Saphenix. Rise up, Sir Goggamene.See now!

Like lofty-clustering cloudlets bright and boon,

Good fairies climb to court th’ enthronèd Moon;