I woo’d thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

He hath my love,
And what is mine my love shall render him.

^A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
 Act I, Scene i

Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice verses of feigning love,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

…And she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

O hell! to choose love by another’s eyes.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

If then true lovers have been ever cross’d,
It stands as an edict in destiny:
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

I frown upon him, yet he loves me still…
I give him curses, yet he gives me love.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn’d a heaven unto a hell!

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

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…

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured every where.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel…The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene i

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene i

What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true-love take.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii

My heart unto yours is knit
So that but one heart we can make of it;
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
So then two bosoms and a single troth.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii

Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook
Love’s stories written in love’s richest book.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
 Act II, Scene ii

And yet, to say the truth, reason and
Love keep little company together now-a-days.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
 Act III, Scene i

The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,  
Act III, Scene i

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,  
Act III, Scene ii

So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

What thought I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,
But miserable most, to love unloved?
This you should pity rather than despise.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 
Act III, Scene ii

I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you loved me; yet since night you left me.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

You thief of love! what, have you come by night
And stolen my love’s heart from him?

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms…
O, how I love thee! How I dote on thee!

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act IV, Scene i

My love shall hear the music of my hounds.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act IV, Scene i

But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.

–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act IV, Scene i

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.

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

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most.

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