“O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena”

“O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in showThy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!”

“You have her father's love, Demetrius;Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.”

“O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)”

“O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the hearts of desperate men!”

“Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yieldThy crazed title to my certain right.LYSANDERYou have her father's love, Demetrius;Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.”

“Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”