I Almost Die For Food, And Let

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.