I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Love that well which thou must leave ere long.
The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. . . . She is the fairiesโ midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Athwart menโs noses as they lie asleep.