Live and let live, fairly take and fairly give.
To bind ye spell every time, let ye spell be spake in rhyme.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, singing out ye Witches’ Rune.
When the Lady’s moon is new, kiss your hand to her times two.
Heed the North wind’s mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind blows from the West, departed souls may have no rest.
Nine woods in ye cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow.
When the wheel begins to turn, soon ye Beltaine fire’ll burn.
Heed ye flower, bush and tree, by the Lady blessed be.
When ye have and hold a need, harken not to others greed.
Merry meet and merry part, bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
When misfortune is anow, wear the blue star upon thy brow.
In these eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill,
Wiccan Rede
Bide ye Wiccan laws ye must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
Form the circle thrice about, to keep all evil spirits out.
Soft of eye, light of touch, speak ye little, listen much.
Widdershins go by the waning moon, chanting out ye Baneful Rune.
When the moon rides at her peak, then ye heart’s desire seek.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the East, except the new and set the feast.
Elder be ye Lady’s tree, burn it not or cursed ye’ll be.
When the wheel hath turned to Yule, light the log the Horned One rules.
Where the rippling waters flow, cast a stone and truth ye’ll know.
With a fool no season spend, nor be counted as his friend.
Mind ye threefold law ye should, three times bad and three times good.
True in love ye must ever be, lest thy love be false to thee.
‘An ye harm none, do what ye will.