Titania

A Midsummer night's dream... Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings, To make my small elves coats, and some keep back The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep; Then to your offices and let me rest "What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?" Come sit thee down upon this flowery bed, while I thy amiable cheeks do coy, and stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, and kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy... "My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass..."