love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!

Who can be patient in extremes?

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.