Whither doest thou wander Spirit… Over hill, over dale, thorough bush, thorough brier, over park, over pale, thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, swifter than the moon’s sphere; and I serve the fairy queen, to dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be:in their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, in those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here and hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear. Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I’ll be gone Our queen and all our elves come here anon. William Shakespeare