Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let Me Have Hermia's: Do You Marry Him!

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.