O, then I see Queen Mab 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 atomi Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep.
William ShakespeareI’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
William Shakespeare