I Must Be Gone And Live, Or

Twas Never Merry World Since Lowly Feigning Was Called Compliment.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

But, Indeed, Words Are Very Rascals, Since Bonds [vows] Disgraced Them." Viola: "thy Reason, Man?" Feste: "troth [truthfully], Sir, I Can Yield You None Without Words, And Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loathe To Prove Reason With Them.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.