The Fairies Poem by Robert Herrick

The Fairies

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If ye will with Mab find grace,
Set each platter in his place;
Rake the fire up, and get
Water in, ere sun be set.
Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies,
Sluts are loathsome to the fairies;
Sweep your house; Who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: fairy
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Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick

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