Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
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.
Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream
All is well that ends well
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.
All's well that ends well.
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.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
The course of true love never did run smooth.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
To you your father should be as a god.
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