If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each Platter in his place: Rake the Fier up, and get Water in, ere Sun be set. Wash your Pailes, and clense your Dairies; Sluts are loathsome to the Fairies: Sweep your house: Who doth not so, Mab will pinch her by the toe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND WE PARTED IN SILENCE by JULIA CRAWFORD THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COW IN APPLE TIME by ROBERT FROST TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER IF WE KNEW; OR, BLESSINGS OF TO-DAY by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |