"Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; four nights will quickly dream away the time; and then the moon, like to a silver bow, new-bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities."

"I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, when in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear with hounds of Sparta: never did I hear such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves, the skies, the fountains, every region near seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard so musical a discord, such sweet thunder."

"'Tis strange my Theseus, that these lovers speak of."