Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them

She's good, being gone.

Words to deeds cold breath gives.

Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.