A Midnight Summer Dreams
By , William Shake Spear
A MIDNIGHT
SUMMER DREAMS
William Shake Spear
quotes
The Lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Are you sure/that we are a wake? it seems to me/ That yet we sleep, We dream “Though she be but little, she is fierce
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
“And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.”
“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 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.”
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends
“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.”
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but
A MIDNIGHT
SUMMER DREAMS
William Shake Spear
quotes
The Lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Are you sure/that we are a wake? it seems to me/ That yet we sleep, We dream “Though she be but little, she is fierce
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
“And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.”
“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 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.”
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.”
“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends
“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.”
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but