A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?