Human Nature
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
-A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

Lord, what fools these mortals be!
-A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

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.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act V, Scene i

I am sick when I do look on thee.
-A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene i

The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
—A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene i

In the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act V, Scene i

Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
—A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

Things growing are not ripe until their season.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii