Every one lets forth his spright,
In the Church-way paths to glide.
And we Fairies, that do runne
By the triple Hecate's teame,
From the presence of the Sunne,
Following darknesse like a dreame,
Now are frollicke; not a Mouse
Shall disturbe this hallowed house.
I am sent with broome before,
To sweep the dust behinde the doore."