Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

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.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.