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				WICCAN REDE Bide Ye Wiccan Law, Ye must, In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. Live Ye must and let to live, Fairly take and fairly give. For tread the Circle thrice about, To keep unwelcome spirits out. To bind Ye spell every time, Let Ye spell be spake in rhyme. Soft of eye and 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 the hand to Her times two. When the moon rides at her peak, Then Ye heart's desire seek. Heed the North winds 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 whispers from the West, Departed souls will have no rest. When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast. Nine woods in the Cauldron go, Burn them fast and burn them slow. Birch into the fire goes, To represent what the Lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, In the light it brings the God's insight. Rowan is a tree of power, Causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside stand, Ready to help us to the Summerland. Hawthorn is burned to purify, And to draw fairy to your eye. Hazel-the tree of wisdom and learning, Adds its strength to the bright fire burning. White are the flowers of the Apple tree, That brings us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vine, Giving us both joy and wine. Fir does mark the evergreen, To represent immortality seen. Elder be Ye Lady's tree, Burn it not or cursed you'll be. Four times the Major Sabbats mark, In the light and in the dark. When the wheel begins to turn, Let Ye Beltane fires burn. Four times the Minor Sabbats fall, Use the Sun to mark them all. When the wheel has 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'lll know. When Ye have and hold a need, Hearken not to other's greed. With a fool no season spend, Lest Ye be counted as his friend. Merry Ye Meet and Merry Ye 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 star on 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.'