Think but this and all is mended.
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding than a dream,
Gentles do not reprehend,
If you pardon will we mend.
And as I am an honest puck,
If we have unearned luck,
Now to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long,
Else the Puck a liar call,
So good night unto you all...
Puck, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Shakespeare.
These amends they do not please,
From a spritely band of thieves,
So to 'scape this evil tongue,
I suggest that you begone.©
Alertia Midsummer
Night's Dream, the Saga Continues , Kay F Gibbs November 23, 2004.
