Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

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.

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad