Part 14 (1/2)

Act v. Sc. 1.

For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently.

MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

Act i. Sc. 1.

But earthly happier is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Act i. Sc. 2.

A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.

Act iii. Sc. 2.

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.

Act v. Sc. 1.