Marc

“Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence.--Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream