william_shakespeare – blackandwhiteandcolours

And say which grain will grow and which will not

Every elf and fairy sprite hop as light as bird from brier

Stars, hide your fires

Let not light see my black and deep desires

The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor

Come, let’s make haste; she’ll soon be back again

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day

You spotted snakes with double tongue

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen

Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong

Come not near our fairy Queen

Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!

So quick bright things come to confusion

It is not night when I do see your face

The summer still doth tend upon my state

Who will not change a raven for a dove?

To hear the sea-maid’s music

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind

Fair is foul, and foul is fair

Hover through the fog and filthy air

Now it is the time of night

And the wolf behowls the moon

This princess of pure white

I wonder if the lion be to speak

Now the hungry lion roars

I am that merry wanderer of the night

Blood hath been shed ere now

Yet execute thy wrath in me alone

And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes