Bide ye wiccan laws you must, in perfect love and perfect trust

Live ye must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give For the circle thrice about
to keep unwelcome spirits out To bind ye spell wll every time,
let the spell be spake in rhyme Soft of eye and light of touch,
speak ye little, listen much Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out ye baleful tune

When ye Lady’s moon is new,
kiss ye hand to her times two When ye 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 blows from the east, expect the new and set the feast.

Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow Elder be ye Lady’s tree,
burn it not or cursed ye’ll be When the wheel begins to turn, soon ye Beltane fires will burn

When the wheel hath turned a Yule light the log the Horned One rules

Heed ye flower, bush and tree, by the Lady blessed be

Where the rippling waters go, cast a stone, the truth ye’ll know

When ye have and hold a need, harken not to others greed

With a fool no season spend, or be counted as his friend Merry meet and merry part,
bright the cheeks and warm the heart. Mind ye threefold law ye should
three times bad and three times good When misfortune is enow,
wear the star upon thy brow True in love my ye ever be,
lest thy love be false to thee

These eight words the wiccan rede fulfill; An harm ye none, do what ye will.