And pinch her black and blue.
But when the Puritans came in, it seems, the fairies fled away. And Richard Corbet bewailed their exile:
"Farewell, rewards and fairies!"
Good housewives now may say,
For now foul sluts in dairies
Do fare as well as they.
And though they sweep their hearths no less
Than maids were wont to do,
Yet who of late, for cleanliness,
Finds sixpence in her shoe?...