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   Bide ye wiccan laws you must,   
        in perfect love and perfect trust   
      
          Live ye must and let to live,   
           fairly take and fairly give   
           For the circle thrice about   
          to keep unwelcome spirits out   
      
        To bind ye spell well every time,   
         let the spell be spake in rhyme   
         Soft of eye and light of touch,   
          speak ye little, listen much   
      
          Deosil go by the waxing moon,   
          Chanting out ye baleful tune   
           When ye Lady's moon is new,   
          kiss ye hand to her times two   
      
         When ye moon rides at her peak,   
           Then ye heart's desire seek   
        Heed the north winds mighty gale,   
         lock the door and trim the sail   
      
       When the wind comes from the south,   
        love will kiss thee on the mouth   
       When the wind blows from the east,   
        expect the new and set the feast   
      
         Nine woods in the cauldron go,   
        burn them fast and burn them slow   
            Elder be ye Lady's tree,   
         burn it not or cursed ye'll be   
      
         When the wheel begins to turn,   
         soon ye beltane fires will burn   
        When the whell hath turned a Yule   
       light the log the Horned One rules   
      
         Heed ye flower, bush and tree,   
             by the Lady blessed be   
          Where the rippling waters go,   
       cast a stone, the thruth ye'll know   
      
          When ye have and hold a need,   
           harken not to others greed   
          With a fool no season spend,   
           or be counted as his friend   
      
           Merry meet and merry part,   
      bright the cheeks and warm the heart.   
        Mind ye threefold law ye should,   
      three times bad and three times good   
      
            When misfortune is enow,   
          wear the star upon they brow   
          True in love must ye ever be,   
         lest thy love be false to thee   
      
   These eight words the wiccan rede fulfill;   
        An harm ye none, do what ye will   
      
   (1611)   
      
   Iesus Christ   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)