Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.
World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee/ Life would not yield to age.
Ready to go but never to return.
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.
I have a bone to pick with Fate
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.