Berthe Morisot Boats on the Seine painting

Berthe Morisot Boats on the Seine painting
Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night painting
This falls out better than I could devise.But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyesWith the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
PUCK
I took him sleeping, -- that is finish'd too, -- And the Athenian woman by his side:That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.
[Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS]
Were met together to rehearse a playIntended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,Who Pyramus presented, in their sportForsook his scene and enter'd in a brakeWhen I did him at this advantage take,An ass's nole I fixed on his head:Anon his Thisbe must be answered,And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,Rising and cawing at the gun's report,Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;He murder cries and help from Athens calls.Their sense thus weak, lost with their fearsthus strong,Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders allthings catch.I led them on in this distracted fear,And left sweet Pyramus translated there:When in that moment, so it came to pass,Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.