I know a bank where the wild thyme blows Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine With sweet musk roses and with eglantine There sleeps Titania sometime of the night Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight And there the snake throws her enamelled skin Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in And with the juice of this, I'll streak her eyes And make her full of hateful fantasies