Your virtue is my privilege. For that
It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night,
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world.
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?
-Helena, Act II, Scene I, lines 220-226
Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire,
Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier,
And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
-Oberon, Act V, Scene I, lines 391-396
During the night, the fairies gather in meadows and groves, on hilltops, and near streams, to dance and drink their fairy wine. In the morning, all that is left of their revelry is a cluster of mushrooms, known as a ”fairy ring.” It is said that any mortal who dances in a fairy ring will be driven mad. As a child, I searched through these mushrooms for any other signs of the fairies, whispering desperately, “I believe in you! I believe in you!” so that they might recognize an ally and trust me enough to show themselves. Sadly, it never happened. Sometimes, though, I do still look. When I found this nail polish, named Mushroom, I smiled at the memories it recalled. It is, indeed, a very mushroom-y shade of purplish-grayish-brown, and when I wear it, I carry a little bit of fairy revelry with me.
Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue’s sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd’s ear
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
-Helena, Act I, Scene I, lines 183-185
This eyeliner creates a striking effect. It is a shimmery teal with a touch of sparkle. It makes my eyes look bigger and brighter, and incredibly glamorous. It’s smooth and creamy, and glides on easily, giving a slightly avante-garde, yet sultry, come-hither look.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
[New] bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
-Hippolyta, Act I, Scene I, lines 7-11
All of Neutrogena’s mineral products are fantastic, and this highlighter is no exception. It works over blush or bronzer to create a dewy glow, or on its own, to enhance your natural gifts.
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
-Titania, Act III, Scene II, lines 166-174
Whenever I stayed with my grandparents during the summer, my grandmother would have tea parties for my cousin, my sisters, and me. Sometimes my mom came, too, and we ate little petit-fours and drank tea out of a tiny antique tea set painted an opalescent white. These adorable little fairy cakes are about the size of the petit-fours (similar in size to a chocolate truffle) and contain shimmery gloss scented like violet tarts and lemon pies.
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in
-Oberon, Act II, Scene II, lines 253-256
I have always loved peacocks. My godmother has a peacock necklace that I used to stare at every time she wore it. I even chased some peacocks at the zoo once, until one of my uncles told me how vicious they are. But a peacock-colored eyeshadow? Viciously hot! This loose shadow shimmers between green, purple, and brown, depending on the shadows. For a truly dramatic effect, it can be applied to the entire lid using the brush that comes with it, or, for a subtler look, a flat brush along the lashline, or a smudge brush, for a shimmery smoky-eye.
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering [gleams],
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
-Bottom (as Pyramus), Act V, Scene I, lines 272-275
I hate sticky lip gloss. Fortunately, this one is soft and moisturizing. The gold glimmer is truly flattering on all skin tones, and it makes lips look fuller and poutier. It is a sexier, more sophisticated version of the insanely glittered glosses I wore when I dressed up as a fairy and sold bubble wands as my job.
…mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flow’r; the herb I showed thee once.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
-Oberon, Act II, Scene I, lines 165-172
When my boyfriend spent a month with his grandparents in Ukraine last summer, he took a bottle of this with him, to be reminded of me. It is definitely a romantic scent. It’s full of flowers, mainly orange-blossom, but does not smell like a typical “floral” scent, nor does it smell like Eau de Allergies.
To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass
(A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal),
Through Athens gates have we devis’d to steal.
-Lysander, Act I, Scene I, lines 209-213
This primer is awesome for evening out skin tone and creating a dewy, fresh-faced glow. It forgives a multitude of skins, like spending too much time in the sun, spending all night writing a paper the night before it’s due, or drinking with the girls until the wee hours of the morning, and it comes in such a cute, Barbie-makeup bottle.
I with the Morning’s love have oft made sport,
And like a forester, the groves may tread
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
-Oberon, Act III, Scene II, lines 389-393
This is a great summer moisturizer. It smells delicious and sexy, and it leaves a pretty, pinkish-gold glow on skin. It’s loaded with shea butter, which absorbs really quickly but sinks in deeply, to leave skin feeling as soft, smooth, and glowing as Titania’s.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumb’red here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but 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.
-Puck, Act V, Scene I, lines 423-438