In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust;
Live ye must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give;
Form the Circle thrice about,
To keep unwelcome spirits out;
Bind fast the spell every time,
Let the words be spoke in rhyme.
Speak ye little, listen much;
Deosil go by waxing moon,
Sing and dance the Witches’ Rune;
Widdershins go by waning moon,
Chant ye then a baleful tune;
When the Lady’s moon is new,
Kiss hand to her times two;
When the moon rides at peak,
Heart’s desire then ye seek.
Lock the door and trim the sail;
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss them on the mouth;
When the wind blows from the West,
departed souls have no rest;
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
Burn them quick, burn them slow;
Elder be the Lady’s tree,
Burn it not or curs’d ye’ll be;
When the wind begins to turn,
Soon Beltane fires will burn;
When the wheel has turned to Yule,
light the log, the Horned One rules.
By the Lady blessed be’
When the rippling waters flow
cast a stone – the truth you’ll know;
When ye have & hold a need,
Hearken not to others’ greed;
With a fool no seasons spend,
Or be counted as his friend.
Bright the cheeks, warm the heart;
Mind the threefold law ye should,
Three times bad and three times good;
Whene’er misfortune is enow,
Wear the star upon your brow;
True in troth ever ye be
Lest thy love prove false to thee.
And by the moon that change be done;
If ye would clear the path to will,
Make certain the mind be still;
What good be tools without Inner Light?
What good be magic without wisdom-sight?
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill –
An it harm none, do what ye will.