The Wiccan Rede Bide Ye The Wiccan Laws Ye Must, In Perfect Love, And Perfect Trust, Ye Must Live And Let Live, Fairly Take And Fairly Give, Cast The Circle Thrice About, To Keep Unwelcome Spirits Out. To Bind The Spell Well Every Time, Let The Spell Be Spoken In Rhyme. Soft Of The Eye And Light Of Touch, Speak Ye Little And Listen Much. Deosil Go By Waxing Moon, Chanting Out The Wiccan Runes. Widdershins Go By Waning Moon, Chanting Out The Wiccan Tunes. When The Lady's Moon Is New, Kiss The Hand To Her Times Two. When The Moon Rides At Her Peak, Then The Heart's Desire Seek. Heed The North Wind's Come From The South, Love Will Kiss Thee On The Mouth. When The Moor Wind Blows From The West, Departed Spirits 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 Quick Burn Them Slow. Elder Be The Lady's Tree, Burn It Not Or Cursed Ye'll Be. When The Wheel Begins To Turn, Let The Beltane Fires Burn. When The Wheel Has Turn To Yule, Light The Log And The Horned One Rules. When Ye Have And Hold A Need, Hearken Not To Other's Greed. With A Fool No Seasons Spend, Or Be Counted As His Friend. Merry Meet And Merry Part, Bright The Cheeks And Warm The Heart. Mind Misfortune Is Enow, Wear The Blue Star On Thy Brow. True In Love Ye Must Be, Lest They Love Be False To Thee. These Words The Wiccan Rede Fulfill: "An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will."