I serve the fairy queen

Over hill, over pale
Through flood, through fire
I do wander every where
Swifter than the moon's sphere

And I serve the fairy queen
to dew her orbs upon the green.

The cowlips tall her pensioners be
In their gold coasts spots you see
Those be rubies, fairy favours
In those freckles live their savours

I must go and seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowlip's ear

Farewell, thou lob of spirits
I'll be gone.

Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night's Dream