JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name? ORLANDO: Yes, just. JAQUES: I do not like her name. ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.

World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.

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

Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it.

Give it an understanding, but no tongue.