I Am Not Merry, But I Do

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.