when thou wak'st let love forbid sleep his seat on thy eyelid. so, awake when I am gone; for I must now to oberon.
happy is hermia, wheresoe'er she lies, for she hath blessed and attractive eyes. how came her eyes so bright? not with salt tears, if so, my eyes are oftener washed than hers. no, no, I am as ugly as a bear, for beasts that meet me run away for fear.