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But here yourselves you must engageSomewhat to cool your spleenish rage,Your grievous thirst and to asswage, That first you drink this liquor;Which shall your understandings clear,As plainly shall to you appear,Those things from me that you shall hear, Conceiving much the quicker.
This Lethe water, you must know,The memory destroyeth so,That of our weal, or of our woe, 'Is' all remembrance blotted,Of it nor can you ever think:For they no sooner took this drink,But nought into their brains could sink, Of what had them besotted.
King Oberon forgotten hadThat he for jealousy ran mad;But of his queen was wond'rous glad, And ask'd how they came thither.Pigwiggen, likewise, doth forget,That he queen Mab had ever met,Or that they were so hard beset, When they were found together.
