Some says, that ever ‘gainst that Season comes; Wherein our Saviours Birth is celebrated, The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long; And then (they say) no spirit can walk abroud, The nights are wholesome, then no Planets strike, No Fairy takes, nor Witch hath power to Charme: So hallow’d, and so gracious is the time. – Hamlet, Act 1… (more…)
