Think but this, and all is mended;
That you have but slumbered here
Whilst these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding than a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend,
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
If you see this, quote from Shakespeare.