To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

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.

There is a tide in the affairs of men

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!