Who knows not Mab, whose chariot glides,
And athwart men's noses rides?
While Oberon, blithe Fairy, trips,
And hovers o'er the ladies lips;
And when he steals ambrosial bliss,
And soft imprints the charming kiss,
In Dreams the nymph her swain pursues,
Nor thinks 'tis Oberon that wooes.