A Midsummer Night's Dream

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

Stabs himself
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon take thy flight:

Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be.

I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.

We are not here.

I shall
sing it at her death.