Nature does require her times of preservation.
I say, without characters, fame lives long.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?" Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art." Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.