“Nature shows art, that through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word is that vile name to perish on my sword!” (II.II.110-113)
“Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?" (II.II.130.131)
"What angel awakes me from my flowery bed?" (III.I.131)
"I pray thee, gentle mortal sing again. Mine ear is much enamored of thy note, so is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape, and thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me on the first view to say, to swear, I love thee" (III.I.139.143)
"Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that. And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company nowadays" (III.I.144-146).
“How now, mad spirit? What night-rule now about this haunted grove? (III.II.4-5).
"A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, that work for bread upon Athenian stalls, were met together to rehearse a play...The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort...forsook his scene and entered in a brake. When I did him at this advantage stake, and ass's noll I fixèd on his head" (III.II.9-17).
"My mistress with a monster is in love" (III.II.6)
"Stand close. This the same Athenian" (III.II.43).
"What's this to my Lysander? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?" (III.II.64-65).
"This is the woman, but not this the man" (III.II.44).
"I had rather give his carcass to my hounds" (III.II.66).
"What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite and laid the love juice on some true-love's sight" (III.II.90-91).
"About the wood go swifter than the wind, and Helena of Athens look thou find...By some illusion see thou bring her here. I'll charm his eyes against she do appear" (III.II.96-101)
"Then fate o'errules, that, one man holding troth, a million fail, confounding oath on oath" (III.II.94-95).
"Flower of this purple dye, hit with Cupid's archery, sink in apple of his eye. When his love he doth espy, let her shine as gloriously as the Venus of the sky. When thou wake's, if she be by, beg of her for remedy" (III.II.104-111).