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NYMPHIDIA.
These make our girls their slutt'ry rue,By pinching them both black and blue,And put a penny in their shoe, The house for cleanly sweeping:And in their courses make that round,In meadows and in marshes found,Of them so call'd the fairy-ground, Of which they have the keeping.
These, when a child haps to be got,Which after proves an idiot,When folk perceive it thriveth not, The fault therein to smother,Some silly doating brainless calf,That understands things by the half,Says' that the fairy left this aulf, And took away the other.
But listen, and I shall you tell,A chance in Fairy that befell,Which, certainly, may please some well, In love and arms delighting,Of Oberon, that jealous grew,Of one of his own fairy crew,Too well (he fear'd) his queen that knew, His love but ill requiting.
