A Midsummer Night's Dream

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”

“My soul is in the sky.”

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.”

“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”

“Love's stories written in love's richest books.
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.”

“O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”

“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.”

“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.”

“Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.”

“So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.”

“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!”

“I'll follow thee and make a heaven out of hell,
To die by your hand which I love so well.”

“Yet but three come one more.
Two of both kinds make up four.
Ere she comes curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad.
Thus to make poor females mad.”

“Up and down, up and down
I will lead them up and down
I am feared in field in town
Goblin, lead them up and down”


“For you, in my respect, are all the world; Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?"

“Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.”

“If we shadows have offended,
Know but this and all is mended.
That you have but slumbered here,
While these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding, but a dream.”

“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.”