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. The Changes: to Corinna
2. The Apron of Flowers
3. The Lily in a Crystal
4. Lovers How They Come and Part
5. The Kiss: A Dialogue

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

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