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.

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together