O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She comes

In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;
Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider's web,
Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night

Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream.

Romeo and Juliet, i. 4.

Love, love, nothing but love, still more!
For, O, love's bow
Shoots buck and doe:
The shaft confounds,

Not that it wounds,
But tickles still the sore.

These lovers cry Oh! oh! they die!
Yet that which seems the wound to kill,
Doth turn oh! oh! to ha! ha! he!
So dying love lives still:

Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha!
Oh! oh! groans out for ha! ha! ha!

Troilus and Cressida, iii. 1

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Taming of the Shrew, ii. 1.

She, sweet lady, dotes,

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Midsummer-Night's Dream, i. 1.

My tales of love were wont to weary you;
I know you joy not in a love-discourse.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii. 4.

August 2d.

If my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great.

Love's Labour Lost, v. 2.

Why do I pity him,

That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him, must pity him.

Two Gentlemen of Verona, iv. 4.