It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom.

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue

In nature there is no blemish but the mind: none can be called deformed but the unkind

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?

My mind is troubled, like a fountain stirred;And I myself see not the bottom of it.