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NYMPHIDIA.
Nor either of 'em both had thought,That e'er they had each other sought,Much less that they a combat fought, But such a dream were loathing.Tom Thum had got a little sup,And Tomalin scarce kiss'd the cup,Yet had their brains so sure lock'd up, That they remember'd nothing.
Queen Mab and her light maids the whileAmongst themselves do closely smile,To see the king caught with this wile, With one another jesting:And to the fairy-court they went,With mickle joy and merriment,Which thing was done with good intent, And thus I left them feasting.[1]
- ↑ Draytons Works, 1753, p. 451.
