Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

Demetrius Relent, Sweet Hermia: And, Lysander, Yield Thy Crazed Title To My Certain Right. Lysander You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.