Shapcot! To thee the Fairy State
	I with discretion, dedicate.
	Because thou prizest things that are
	Curious, and un-familiar.
	Take first the feast; these dishes gone;
	Wee'l see the Fairy-Court anon.
	A little mushroome table spred,
	After short prayers, they set on bread;
	A moon-parcht grain of purest wheat,
	With some small glit'ring gritt, to eate
	His choyce bitts with; then in a trice
	They make a feast lesse great then nice.
	But all this while his eye is serv'd,
	We must not think his eare was sterve'd:
	But that there was in place to stir
	His spleen, the chirring Grasshopper;
	The merry Cricket, puling Flie,
	The piping Gnat for minstralcy.
	And now, we must imagine first,
	The Elves present to quench his thirst
	A pure seed-Pearle of Infant dew,
	Brought and besweetened in a blew
	And pregnant violet; which done,
	His kitling eyes begin to runne
	Quite through the table, where he spies
	The hornes of paperie Butterflies,
	Of which he eates and tastes a little
	Of that we call the Cuckoes spittle.
	A little Fuz-ball-pudding stands
	By, yet not blessed by his hands,
	That was too coorse; but then forthwith
	He ventures boldly on the pith
	Of sugred Rush, and eates the sagge
	And well bestrutted Bees sweet bagge:
	Gladding his pallat with some store
	Of Emits eggs; what wo'd he more?
	But Beards of Mice, a Newt's stew'd thigh,
	A bloated Earewig, and a Flie;
	With the Red-capt worme, that's shut
	Within the concave of a Nut,
	Browne as his Tooth.  A little Moth,
	Late fatned in a piece of cloth:
	with withered cherries; Mandrakes eares;
	Moles eyes; to these, the slain-Stags teares:
	The unctuous dewlaps of a Snaile;
	The broke-heart of a Nightingale
	Ore-come in musicke; with a wine,
	Ne're ravisht from the flattering vine,
	But gentle prest fromt he soft side
	Of the most sweet and dainty Bride,
	Brought in a dainty daizie, which
	He fully quaffs up to bewitch
	His blood to height; this done, commended
	Grace by his Priest; The feast is ended.

	Now they the Elves within a trice,
	Prepar'd a feast lesse great than nice.
	Where you may imagine first,
	The Elves prepare to quench the his thirst,
	In pure seed pearle of infant dew
	Brought and sweetned with a blew
	And pregant Violet; which done,
	His killing eyes begin to runne
	Quite ore the table, where he spyes
	The hornes of waterd Butter-flies.
	Of which he eates, but with a little
	Neat coole allay of Cuckows spittle.
	Next this the red cap worme that shut
	Within the concave of a nut.
	Moles eyes he tastes, then Adders eares;
	To these for sauce the slaine stagges teares
	A bloted earewig, and the pith
	Of sugred rush he glads him with.
	Then he takes a little Mothe,
	Late fatted in a scarlet cloth,
	A spinner's ham, the beards of mice,
	Nits carbonaded, a device
	Before unknowne; the blood of fleas
	Which gave his Elveships stomacke ease.
	The unctious dew lops of a Snaile,
	The broake heart of a Nightingale:
	Ore come in musicke, with the sagge
	And well bestrowed Bees sweet bagge.
	Conserves of Atomes, and the mites,
	The stike wormes sperme, and the delights
	Of all that ever yet hath blest
	Fayrie land: so ends his feast.

Fairy References in Robert Herrick