Reading through Midsummer Night's Dream...

Great poetry:

   Making it momentary as a sound,   

   Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;   

   Brief as the lightning in the collied night,   

   That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,   

   And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'   

   The jaws of darkness do devour it up:   

   So quick bright things come to confusion.

   -Act 1.1.145-151

   Things base and vile, folding no quantity,

   Love can transpose to form and dignity:

   Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

   And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:

   Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;

  Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:

  And therefore is Love said to be a child,

  Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

   -Act 1.1.236-243

Great music:

    Ralph Vaughn Williams - over hill over dale [extract]

Other:

   Wikipedia

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