Bide ye Wiccan laws
ye must,
in perfect love and
perfect trust.
Live and let live,
fairly take and fairly give.
Form the circle thrice
about, to keep all evil spirits out.
To bind ye spell every
time, let ye spell be spake in rhyme.
Soft of eye, light
of touch, speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing
moon, singing out ye Witches’ Rune.
Widdershins go by
the waning moon, chanting out ye Baneful Rune.
When the Lady’s
moon is new, kiss your hand to her times two.
When the moon rides
at her peak, then ye heart’s desire seek.
Heed the North wind’s
mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes
from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows
from the West, departed souls may have no rest.
When the wind blows
from the East, except the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in ye cauldron
go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
Elder be ye Lady’s
tree, burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.
When the wheel begins
to turn, soon ye Beltaine fire’ll burn.
When the wheel hath
turned to Yule, light the log the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, bush
and tree, by the Lady blessed be.
Where the rippling
waters flow, cast a stone and truth ye’ll know.
When ye have and hold
a need, harken not to 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.
Mind ye threefold
law ye should, three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is
anow, wear the blue star upon thy brow.
True in love ye must
ever be, lest thy love be false to thee.
In these eight words
the Wiccan Rede fulfill,
‘An ye harm none, do what
ye will.