I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.

O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

Simply the thing that I am shall make me live.

How use doth breed a habit in a man.

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.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?