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churn by shakespeare Puck's Song Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not your he That frights the maidens of the villagery; Skim milk, and sometimes labor in the quern, And bootless make the breathless houswife churn; And sometimes make the drink to bear no barm; Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck. |
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