Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But

Men That Hazard All Do It In Hope Of Fair Advantages: A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time Which Will Be Delivered.

We Have Seen Better Days.

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.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!