Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

By the apostle Paul, shadows tonight Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!

I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.

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