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...has been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Over men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the...

...been with you. 53 She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone 55 On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi 57 Over men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, 59 The...

...hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs . . . Her whip, of cricket's...

...hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman Drawn with a team of little atomies Over men's noses as they lie asleep is likely to have his worst fears about Shakespeare confirmed....

...MARIANNE'S delight). "She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In a shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Over men's noses as they lie asleep." MRS. JENNINGS. Mr. Willoughby, Colonel Brandon. Now we are all...

...mother's voice. V 'She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman. Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.' WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, ROMEO AND JULIET Thrcadneedle Street, London,...

...hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings...