ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT, PROUD TITANIA.

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I AM THAT MERRY WANDERER OF THE NIGHT.

I JEST TO OBERON, AND MAKE HIM SMILE

WHEN I A FAT AND BEAN-FED HORSE BEGUILE,

NEIGHING IN LIKENESS OF A FILLY FOAL:

AND SOMETIMES LURK I IN GOSSIP’S BOWL,

IN VERY LIKENESS OF A ROASTED CRAB.