Who Are The Violets Now That Strew

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

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.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.