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

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burnt on the water.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.

Never play with the feelings of others, because you may win the game but the risk is that you will surely lose the person for life time

Let every man be master of his time.