See where she comes apparelled like the spring.
The weakest goes to the wall.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!