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)