Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

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.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

More can I bear than you dare execute.