QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

Some falls the means are happier to rise.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.