A Midsummer Night's Dream
- Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth. (Lysander, I.i)
- Over hill, over dale, thorough bush, thorough brier, over park, over pale, thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where. (Fairy, II.i)
- Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. (Theseus, V.i)
- If we shadows have offended/Think but this, and all is mended/That you have but slumber'd here/While these visions did appear. (Puck, V.ii)
- Lord what fools these mortals be! (Puck)
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