Lord, what fools these mortals be

Act III, scene 2

The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact

Act V, scene 1

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Act I, scene 1

The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.

Act II, scene 1

Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.

Act III, scene 1

Be as thou wast wont to be. See as thou wast wont to see.

Act IV scene 1

One that composed your beauties, yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax,

Act I, scene 1

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Act I, scene 1

Hang off, thou cat, thou burr . Vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.

Act III, scene 2

How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak.

Act III, scene 2