Bide the Wiccan Rede, Ye must,
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust.
Live, and let live,
Fairly take and fairly give.
Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak thou little and listen much.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree,
And by the Lady blest you'll be.
When-so-ever ye have need,
harken not others' greed.
With a fool no season spend,
Nor be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and merry part,
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
True in love forever be,
Unless thy lover's false to thee.
Cast the Circle thrice about,
To keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell everytime,
Let the spell be said in rhyme.
Deosil go by Waxing Moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's Moon is New,
Kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the Moon rides at Her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone and truth you'll know.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the Blue STar on thy brow.
Eight Words the Wiccan Rede Fulfill:
An' It Harm None, Do What Ye Will!