“The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.”

“The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”

“When remedies are past, the griefs are endedBy seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.To mourn a mischief that is past and goneIs the next way to draw new mischief on.What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,Patience her injury a mockery makes.The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief;He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.”

“I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.”

“Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsAnd recks not his own read.”

“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”

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