Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

Demetrius Relent, Sweet Hermia: And, Lysander, Yield Thy Crazed Title To My Certain Right. Lysander You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him.

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.