We must be gentle now we are gentlemen.
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.