That Which I Would Discover The Law

Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That Silvia Is Excelling. She Excels Each Mortal Thing Upon The Dull Earth Dwelling.

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.

The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.