[007] Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
[009] To dew her orbs upon the green.
[010] The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
[011] In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
[014] I must go seek some dewdrops here,
015 And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I’ll be gone: