If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

My stars shine darkly over me

Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.

Finish, good lady; the bright day is done, And we are for the Dark.