Theseus. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hippolyta. It must be ...your imagination then, and not theirs. Theseus. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The broken ridge of the hills was the line of a lover's shoulder,... his arm-turn, the path to the hills, the sudden leap and swift thunder of mountain boulders, his laugh.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bayed the bear... With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »