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NYMPHIDIA.
"At midnight the appointed hour,And for the queen a fitting bow'r,(Quoth he) is that fair cowslip flow'r, On Hipcut-hill that groweth,In all your train there's not a fay,That ever went to gather May,But she hath made it in her way, The tallest there that groweth."
When by Tom Thum, a fairy page,He sent it, and doth him engage,By promise of a mighty wage, It secretly to carry.Which done, the queen her maids doth call,And bids them to be ready all,She would go see her summer-hall, She could no longer tarry.
Her chariot ready straight is made,Each thing therein is fitting laid,That she by nothing may be stay'd, For naught must her be letting:Four nimble gnats the horses were,Their harnesses of gossamere,Fly Cranion, her charioteer, Upon the coach-box getting.
