Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Demetrius Relent, Sweet Hermia: And, Lysander, Yield Thy Crazed Title To My Certain Right. Lysander You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.