Frailty, thy name is woman!
Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.
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.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Beauty within itself should not be wasted.
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.