These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!

You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!

Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

There is a world elsewhere.