Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1, Helena.
The course of true love never did run smooth.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1, Lysander.
To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1.
So quick bright things come to confusion.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1.
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1.
This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant’s vein.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 2.
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, as ’twere any nightingale.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 2.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked 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.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, Come not near our fairy queen.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 2.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene 1.
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.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen?– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene 1.
Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 2.
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene 1.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene 1.
I’ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid’s music.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1.
A sweet-face man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer’s day.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 2.
Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not near; Worm nor snail, do no offence.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 2.
My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamoured of an ass.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 4, Scene 1.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 4, Scene 1.
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 4, Scene 1.
Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.– William ShakespeareA Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene 2.
