William Shakespeare

A Midsummer Night's Dream

    Patrizia Cortesehas quoted5 months ago
    I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
    Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
    So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
    And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
    On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    And this weak and idle theme,
    No more yielding but a dream,
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    If we shadows have offended,
    Think but this, and all is mended,
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
    In least speak most, to my capacity.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    The lunatic, the lover and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    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 fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    I
    do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
    comedy.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    man is but a patched fool,
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    man is but an ass
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    ood morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:
    Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
    Hath such force and blessed power.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    Cupid is a knavish lad,
    Thus to make poor females mad.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    though she be but little, she is fierce.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
    Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
    You would not make me such an argument.
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    If she cannot entreat, I can compel
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    miserable most, to love unloved?
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
    Have with our needles created both one flower,
    Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
    Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
    As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
    Had been incorporate. So we grow 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;
    Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
    Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
    And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
    nadakhorchani12has quoted7 months ago
    —O, is it all forgot?
    All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
fb2epub
Drag & drop your files (not more than 5 at once)