Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.