Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance
Borrow Cupid's wings, greet this happenstance
If love be rough with you, be rough with love
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down
You say you 'dreamt a dream last night', well so did I
That dream I dreamt last night was dreamers often lie
You say 'in bed asleep while they dream things true'
O well then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies midwife, her chariot is an empty hazel hut
And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains
And then they dream of love; o'er courtiers' knees
O'er lawyers' fingers, o'er ladies' lips
Her traces are of the smallest spider web
Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film
Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat
True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
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Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance
Borrow Cupid's wings, greet this happenstance
If love be rough with you, be rough with love
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down
You say you 'dreamt a dream last night', well so did I
That dream I dreamt last night was dreamers often lie
You say 'in bed asleep while they dream things true'
O well then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies midwife, her chariot is an empty hazel hut
And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains
And then they dream of love; o'er courtiers' knees
O'er lawyers' fingers, o'er ladies' lips
Her traces are of the smallest spider web
Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film
Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat
True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
Borrow Cupid's wings, greet this happenstance
If love be rough with you, be rough with love
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down
You say you 'dreamt a dream last night', well so did I
That dream I dreamt last night was dreamers often lie
You say 'in bed asleep while they dream things true'
O well then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies midwife, her chariot is an empty hazel hut
And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains
And then they dream of love; o'er courtiers' knees
O'er lawyers' fingers, o'er ladies' lips
Her traces are of the smallest spider web
Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film
Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat
True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
Writer: Rob McGlade
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