“You must take your chance.”

“Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.FLUTEHere, Peter Quince.QUINCEFlute, you must take Thisby on you.FLUTEWhat is Thisby? a wandering knight?QUINCEIt is the lady that Pyramus must love.FLUTENay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.”

“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.”

“But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.”

“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

“Where wasteful Time debateth with decayTo change your day of youth to sullied night,And all in war with Time for love of you,As he takes from you, I engraft you new”

“Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.”