A Midsummer Night’s Dream Quotes

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood,
O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low.
Or else misgraffed in respect of years,
O spite! too old to be engag’d to young.
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,
O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
― 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

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in 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 shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
― Shakespeare William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“My soul is in the sky.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
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 shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“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.”
― 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

“O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Love's stories written in love's richest books.
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

“So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.
Now I am dead,
Now I am fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light.
Moon take thy flight.
Now die, die, die, die.”
― 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

“Take pains. Be perfect.”
― 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

“Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream

“O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“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.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Up and down, up and down
I will lead them up and down
I am feared in field in town
Goblin, lead them up and down”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night;
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
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

“Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence.--Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“One sees more devils than vast hell can hold”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream