A good wit will make use of anything.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!

The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me

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.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee