For My Part, If A Lie May

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Love's Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love.