Mid Summer Nights Dream Quotes by William Shakespeare, John Heywood, Emily Rodda and many others.

To you your father should be as a god.
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.
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear.
All’s well that ends well.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid’s music.
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid’s music.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
All is well that ends well
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
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.
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.
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 lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
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.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.