Neck of newt,

Foot of frog,

Toe of toad,

And a mushroom from a decaying log.

Stir twice,

Follow the clock.

Stir the other way thrice,

Add a curly, golden lock.

Stir a again and add three dead mice.

Let it bubble,

Let it brew.

Let it boil,

Let it stew.

Find a woman of great beauty,

A man of a beastly nature,

A teapot

And a feather of an eagle.

Dip the feather

In the brew

Let wither

And singe.

Get the maiden

And draw her blood,

Drops, exactly of seven

Drip them into the pot.

Take the beast,

Make him cry.

You need his tears,

But no more than five.

Mix them under a full moon,

Tip your head back

And shriek and shout.

Laugh and cackle.

A drop on the tongue,

The maiden is a sight,

A drop on the tongue,

The beast is beauty.