| Quotes |
Topic |
| Shakespeare | But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up, So quick bright things come to confusion. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Masters, spread yourselves. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | This is Ercles' vein. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | I 'll speak in a monstrous little voice. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | I am slow of study. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove, I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell, It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | My heart Is true as steel. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| Shakespeare | Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| Shakespeare | Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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