Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
This would be mine contribution to Shakespeare's blog project. I hope my bloggers will receive their samples soon. I am very nervous, but in the same time, glad to be mentioned with wonderful perfumers who already showed their value in this perfume world.