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Quotes about Night


I am slow of study. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

That would hang us, every mother's son. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

The human mortals. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

My heart Is true as steel. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

William Shakespeare

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

The true beginning of our end. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

The best in this kind are but shadows. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

William Shakespeare

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