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Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Helena, du er nymfe og perfekt!
Ditt blikk har et krystallklart intellekt!
Din munn er som en saftsprengt kjøttmorell
som smiler og suger på seg selv!

Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done?

Aaron: That which thou canst not undo.

Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother.

Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother.

[...] The eye of

man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen,
man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive,
nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I

will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this
dream: it shall be called ‘Bottom’s Dream’, because
it hath no bottom;

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold —
That is the madman;
The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.

The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.