How pretentious of me, I know...you don't have to say anything.
"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended- That you have but slumb'red here While these visons did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call. So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends."
"'By having him making yourself no less' 'No Less? Nay, bigger! Women grow by men.'"
"'What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?' 'Not having that which having makes them short.' 'In love?' 'Out--' 'Of love?' 'Out of her favour, where I am in love.' 'Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!'"
"O, teach me how I should forget to think!"
"'I dream'd a dream to-night.' 'And so did I.' 'Well, what was yours?' 'That dreamers often lie.' 'In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.' 'O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.'"
"Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh?"
"Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come."