I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.

Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.