Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Sometimes, less is more.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.