The Walls of Spiders legs are made,
    Well mortized and finely layd,
    He was the master of his Trade
      It curiously that builded: 
    The Windowes of the eyes of Cats,
    And for the Roofe, instead of Slats,
    Is couer’d with the skinns of Batts,
      With Mooneshine that are guilded.

    Hence Oberon him sport to make,
    (Their rest when weary mortalls take) 50
    And none but onely Fayries wake,
      Desendeth for his pleasure. 
    And Mab his meerry Queene by night
    Bestrids young Folks that lye vpright,
    (In elder Times the Mare that hight)
      Which plagues them out of measure.

    Hence Shaddowes, seeming Idle shapes,
    Of little frisking Elues and Apes,
    To Earth doe make their wanton skapes,
      As hope of pastime hasts them:  60
    Which maydes think on the Hearth they see,
    When Fyers well nere consumed be,
    Their daunsing Hayes by two and three,
      Iust as their Fancy casts them.

    These make our Girles their sluttery rue,
    By pinching them both blacke and blew,
    And put a penny in their shue,
      The house for cleanely sweeping: 
    And in their courses make that Round,
    In Meadowes, and in Marshes found, 70
    Of them so call’d the Fayrie ground,
      Of which they haue the keeping.

    Thus when a Childe haps to be gott,
    Which after prooues an Ideott,
    When Folke perceiue it thriueth not,
      The fault therein to smother: 
    Some silly doting brainlesse Calfe,
    That vnderstands things by the halfe,
    Say that the Fayrie left this Aulfe,
      And tooke away the other. 80

    But listen and I shall you tell,
    A chance in Fayrie that befell,
    Which certainly may please some well;
      In Loue and Armes delighting: 
    Of Oberon that Iealous grewe,
    Of one of his owne Fayrie crue,
    Too well (he fear’d) his Queene that knew,
      His loue but ill requiting.

    Pigwiggen was this Fayrie knight,
    One wondrous gratious in the sight 90
    Of faire Queene Mab, which day and night,
      He amorously obserued;
    Which made king Oberon suspect,
    His Seruice tooke too good effect,
    His saucinesse, and often checkt,
      And could have wisht him starued.

    Pigwiggen gladly would commend,
    Some token to queene Mab to send,
    If Sea, or Land, him ought could lend,
      Were worthy of her wearing:  100
    At length this Louer doth deuise,
    A Bracelett made of Emmotts eyes,
    A thing he thought that shee would prize,
      No whitt her state impayring.