This is very midsummer madness

Why this is very midsummer madness.

— William Shakespeare

And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd

— William Shakespeare

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, From earth to heaven.

— William Shakespeare

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.

— William Shakespeare

To you your father should be as a god.

— William Shakespeare

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

— William Shakespeare

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

— William Shakespeare

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream. Spoken by Bottom, Act I Sc. 2

— William Shakespeare

I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

— William Shakespeare

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

— William Shakespeare

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

— William Shakespeare

Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night,…

— William Shakespeare

To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end.

— William Shakespeare

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

— William Shakespeare

Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.

— William Shakespeare