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Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins.

Quick.

About, about;

Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out.

Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room,

That it may stand till the perpetual doom

In state as wholesome as in state ’tis fit,

Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

The several chairs of order look you scour

With juice of balm and every precious flow’r;

Each fair installment, coat, and sev’ral crest,

With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!

And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing,

Like to the Garter’s compass, in a ring.

Th’ expressure that it bears, green let it be,

More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;

And “Honi soit qui mal y pense” write

In em’rald tuffs, flow’rs purple, blue, and white,

Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,

Buckled below fair knighthood’s bending knee:

Fairies use flow’rs for their charactery.

Away, disperse! but till ’tis one a’ clock,

Our dance of custom, round about the oak

Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

Evans.