Thou hast not half that power to do me harm As I have to be hurt.

No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting

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.

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?

Gold--what can it not do, and undo?

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.