Mid Summer Nights Dream Quotes by William Shakespeare, Emily Rodda and many others.
Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
To you your father should be as a god.
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth,
From earth to heaven.
Doth glance from heaven to earth,
From earth to heaven.
And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.
Quote: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
