HERMIA:

Help me, Lysander, help me!  Do thy best

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!

Ay me, for pity!  What a dream was here!

Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.

Methought a serpent ate my heart away,

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.  (2.2.151-56)

OBERON:

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,

Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;

And there the snake throws her enameled skin,

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.  (2.1.253-56)

FIRST FAIRY:

You spotted snakes with double tongue,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;

Newts and blindworms, do no wrong;

Come not near our Fairy Queen.  (2.2.9-12)

THESEUS:

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.  (5.1.12-17)

BOTTOM:

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.  I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream.  It shall be called "Bottom's Dream" because it hath no bottom....  (4.1.209-17)

ST. PAUL:

What no eye hath seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him.  (I Corinthians 2:9)

ST. PAUL:

I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven--whether in the body or out of the body I do not know, God knows.  And I know that this man was caught up into Paradise--whether in the body or out of the body I do not know, God knows--and he heard things that cannot be told, which man may not utter.  (II Corinthians 12:2-4)

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Stop. Spenser is for day 3.

Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene I.iv.37-39:

Hippolytus a iolly huntsman was,
   That wont in charet chace the foming Bore;
   He all his Peeres in beautie did surpas,
   But Ladies loue as losse of time forbore:
   His wanton stepdame loued him the more,
   But when she saw her offred sweets refused
   Her loue she turnd to hate, and him before
   His father fierce of treason false accused,
And with her gealous termes his open eares abused.

Who all in rage his Sea-god syre besought,
   Some cursed vengeance on his sonne to cast:
   From surging gulf two monsters straight were brought,
   With dread whereof his chasing steedes aghast,
   Both charet swift and huntsman ouercast.
   His goodly corps on ragged cliffs yrent,
   Was quite dismembred, and his members chast
   Scattered on euery mountaine, as he went,
That of Hippolytus was left no moniment.

His cruell stepdame seeing what was donne,
   Her wicked dayes with wretched knife did end,
   In death auowing th'innocence of her sonne.
   Which hearing his rash Syre, began to rend
   His haire, and hastie tongue, that did offend:
   Tho gathering vp the relicks of his smart
   By Dianes meanes, who was Hippolyts frend,
   Them brought to Æsculape, that by his art
Did heale them all againe, and ioyned euery part.