But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.
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.
You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!