LYSANDER     Things growing are not ripe until their season;

So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.

And touching now the point of human skill,

Reason becomes the marshal to my will

And leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook

Love’s stories, written in love’s richest book.        (2.2.121-126)

Lysander continues with his commonplaces and his logic, explaining exactly why it’s FINE that he’s now in love with Helena rather than Hermia: things growing are not ripe until their season; so I, being young, till now ripe not to reason. I was younger then! I was immature, didn’t know what I thought or what I was doing—but now I’m completely grown up and in my right mind! YES! And touching now the point of human skill—totally mature and in full command of all my faculties—reason becomes the marshal to my will and leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook love’s stories, written in love’s richest book. Again, it’s completely logical, I’ve just done some growing up, and newly wise, completely in control, making a deliberate and considered choice—gosh you’ve got nice eyes, I mean REALLY nice eyes, so pretty, I’m falling in love all over again, could gaze into your eyes for ever… (Helena has of course just been comparing her eyes with Hermia’s, and feeling dissatisfied and envious.)