Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.

Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.

Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

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.