Queen Mab

School project

She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the fore finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Over men's noses as they lie asleep
Her traces of the smallest spider web; Her collars, the moonshine's wat'ry beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash of film; Her wagoner, a small grey coated gnat, not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;
Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers Her chariot is an empty hazel nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' the fairies' coachmakers.

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