I Have No Other But

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

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.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.