A Midummer Night's Dream: Man and The Natural World

Titania

From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.

Titania

The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries

Titania

Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Puck

Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;

Titania

 pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.