Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him!
If there is a good will, there is great way.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.