DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart

Let witchcraft join with beauty, lust with both!

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.