Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

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

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

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.

Are you up to your destiny?

O woe is me To have seen what I have seen see what I see.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it and sets it light.

Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.