Dreamy
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

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

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

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

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, 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

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

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