Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue but moody and dull melancholy, kinsman to grim and comfortless despair.
'Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.
Come my spade. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.