God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages,

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.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.