Quotes on Mid Summer Nights Dream

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream

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 shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.