Passion lends them power, time means to meet, tempering extremities with extremes sweet.

“The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself”

“Naught's had, all's spent,Where our desire is got without content.'Tis safer to…”

“I will go tell him of Hermia's flight:Then to the wood will he to-morrow nightP…”

“O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at y…”