As never mortal after thee shall sing!—
Shine thou, thy happy country's richest gem—
Live thou, delight of ages yet to come—
Let thy renown survive the lapse of time
In undimm'd splendour, and posterity
The most remote, with rev'rence naming thee
And envy, say, "Would I had Shakespeare been!"
FAIRIES (sing)
Thrice happy thou!
Whom Oberon doth delight,
With our Ladie bright,
Thus to endow!
Thrice happy thou!
Whom a godlike race,
With such godlike grace,
Richly endow.
TITANIA.
