For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

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