For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away
What my tongue dares not that my heart shall say
They are but beggars that can count their worth.
Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
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.