Poem by Robert Herrick

The Fairies

If ye will with Mab find grace,
Set each platter in his place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in, ere sun be set.
Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies,
Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;
Sweep your house; Who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.

1. Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis
2. Lovers How They Come and Part
3. To Carnations: a Song
4. To Daisies, Not to Shut so Soon
5. The Lily in a Crystal

William Allingham The Fairies ("Up the airy mountain")

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