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The noblest mind the best contentment has.
Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 35.
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“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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“My soul is in the sky.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“For you, in my respect, are all the world.
Then how can it be said I am alone
When all the world is here to look on me?”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“So quick bright things come to confusion.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and
tears, poor fancy's followers.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“The will of man is by his reason sway'd;”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
“But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows,
lives, and dies, in single blessedness.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream