O For A Horse With Wings!

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

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