1 Ophelia: Will, I think this Harry Potter fan-fic is great. You should be a writer! {hands it back to Will, who has come to her desk to get it}
2 Shakespeare: Thanks Ophelia. <Sigh>... do you think Hermione would like me?
2 Ophelia: Who wouldn't, Will? {Will walks back to hs own desk}
3 Ophelia: {wistfully, to herself} Things base and vile, fan-fic in quantity,/Love can transpose to form and dignity:
4 Ophelia: Fan-fic is writ for eyes, and not the mind,/And therefore is lov'd author rendered blind.
4 Shakespeare: {unhearing, sitting back at his own desk} <Sigh>

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, Scene I.

From Helena's soliloquy at the end of the scene:

How happy some o'er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know:
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities:
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.

Here, Helena laments the fact that Demetrius has eyes only for Hermia. I've turned the sense of Ophelia's second couplet around a bit.

Note that Hermia is a diminutive form of Hermione.

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2013-05-22 Rerun commentary: I wish I could have used more paraphrases of real Shakespearean texts in this theme. But it's hard work finding suitable passages and then bending them enough to fit into the story without obscuring the source beyond recognition. So I didn't do it as often as I would have liked.