My Wits Begin To Turn.

Leonato Neighbours, You Are Tedious. Dogberry It Pleases Your Worship To Say So, But We Are The Poor Duke's Officers; But Truly, For Mine Own Part, If I Were As Tedious As A King, I Could Find It In My Heart To Bestow It All Of Your Worship.

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

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.