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Shakespeare Quotes from A Midsummer Night's Dream
Where is our usual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand? Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?— filed under Amusements
Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide.— filed under Apparitions
Clyde. For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards:— filed under Authority
But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.— filed under Birds-Dove
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky,— filed under Birds-Falcon
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.— filed under Birds-Owl
The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill.— filed under Birds-Thrush
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man had power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up.— filed under Day
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.— filed under Desire
The lunatic, the lover and the poet, Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold.— filed under Dew
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound.— filed under Dissension
A surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings.— filed under Eating
of the Seven Gables. The Flight of Two Owls. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up.— filed under Electricity
In silence sad, Trip we after night's shade: We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wand'ring moon.— filed under Fairies
Set your heart at rest: The fairyland buys not the child of me.— filed under Fairies
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes.— filed under Fairies
It is the part of men to fear and tremble, When the most mighty gods by tokens send Such dreadful heralds to astonish us. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 54. Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear!— filed under Fear
Constancy. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel.— filed under Fire