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.

As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

There's a time for all things.