Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From Whence They Have Their Nourishment.

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

He Is Dead And Gone, Lady, He Is Dead And Gone; At His Head A Grass-green Turf, At His Heels A Stone.

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.