Book: A Midsummer night's dream

Though small, violent and evil.

You see, I killed, killed you.
Yes, you pierced my heart with hatred.
The killer is beautiful and proud,
As it is in heaven Venus star.

I have the power Supreme of the fairies.
Spring always reigns in my country.

What you see when you Wake up,
The entire soul of the addicted.
Let the love that's killing you:
Be it wolf, bear, or cat,
Or hard bristles hog -
For your loving eyes
He will be just a mile.
Come, Wake up soon!

How can I say that I'm alone
When the whole world is here watching me?

Happy Rosa, who became spirits,
Than that on the pristine Bush.
He lives and dies in Holiness deserted.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing d Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the heart, so blind and portraying the winged Cupid.

All lovers like crazy
Boil the brain: the imagination of their
Always stronger than cold reason.

In me you insulted all women.
We ought not for the love fight:
We pray, you beg.
I will not leave. Hell is Paradise,
Since from the hands of the beloved dead.

Love is able to forgive low
And vile vices to turn
And not with the eyes - the heart wants:
For her blind portray.

But if for lovers inevitably
Suffering and that is the law of fate,
So we in the test patient:
It's for the love of the usual cross,
She's decent, - dreams, longing, tears,
Desires, dreams, unhappy love entourage!

Alas! I've never heard
Not read - in history, in the tale eh, -
So smooth was the way of true love.

It seems to me that love true
The fewer words, the more feelings.