Faery elves,
Whose midnight revels by a forest-side
Of fountain, some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the Moon
Site arbitress, and nearer to the Earth
Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance
Intent, with jocund music charm his air.

John Milton, from "Paradise Lost"

There was never a merry world since the fairies left
off dancing and the Parson left off conjuring

John Seldon, from "Table Talk"

Of which the Britons speken greet honor,
Al was this land fulfild of fayerye,
The elf-queen, with hir joy companye,
Daunced ful ofte many a grene mode;
This was the old opinion as I rede.

Geofrey Chaucer, from "Canterbury Tales"

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