Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

HERMIA.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 133.

By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke.

HELENA.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 177.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

OBERON.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 235.

And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation fancy free.

PUCK.

Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 163.

I'll put a girdle round about the earth

In forty minutes.

QUINCE.

Act 2, Sc. 2, l. 176.

Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art trans

So we grew together,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,

But yet an union in partition;

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.

TITANIA.

Act 3, Sc. 2, 1. 208.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

Воттом.

Act 4, Sc. 1, l. 73.

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

THESEUS.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:

Act 4, Sc. 1, l. 210.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt;

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

THESEUS

The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals.

THESEUS.

For never anything can be amiss
When simpleness and duty tender it.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 7.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 48.

Act 5, Sc. 1, l. 83.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
A stage, where every man must play a part,
And mine a sad one.

Act 1, Sc. 1, l. 76.

GRATIANO.

Let me play the fool;

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,-
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks,
There are a sort of men, whose visages
Do cream and mantle like a standing pond,
And do a wilful stillness entertain,
With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion
Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit,

As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!"
O! my Antonio, I do know of these
That therefore only are reputed wise

For saying nothing, when, I am very sure,

By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world.

PORTIA.

Act 1, Sc. 2, l. 1.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree: such a hare is madness, the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel, the cripple.

PORTIA.

Act 1, Sc. 2, 1. 12.

God made him, and therefore let him pass for

a man.

Act 1, Sc. 2, l. 54.

SHYLOCK.

Shall I bend low and in a bondman's key,

With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this?

MOROCCO.

Mislike me not for my complexion,

Act 1, Sc. 3, l. 122.

The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

LAUNCELOT.

Act 2, Sc. 1, l. 1.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

JESSICA.

Act 2, Sc. 2, 1. 75.

Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness.

GRATIANO.

Act 2, Sc. 3, 1. 2.

That ever holds; who riseth from a feast
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated fire
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.

JESSICA.

Act 2, Sc. 6, l. 8.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see

The pretty follies that themselves commit.

ARRAGON.

Act 2, Sc. 6, 1. 36.

Let none presume

To wear an undeserved dignity.

O! that estates, degrees, and offices,

Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour