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“Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“I say, there is no darkness
but ignorance; in which thou art more puzzled than
the Egyptians in their fog.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“O time, thou must untangle this, not I.
It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strewn:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where
Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!”
― William Shakespeare, TWELFTH NIGHT

“This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“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.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Good Madonna, why mournest thou?
Good Fool, for my brother's death.
I think his soul is in hell, Madonna.
I know his soul is in heaven, Fool.
The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul being in heaven.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“My stars shine darkly over
me”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“For what says Quinapalus? Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“I am indeed not her fool, but her corrupter of words. (Act III, sc. I, 37-38)”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“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.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Dost think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?" (Twelfth Night)”
― William Shakespeare

“Where lies your text?
Viola: In Orsino's bosom.
Olivia: In his bosom! In what chapter of his bosom?
Viola: To answer by the method, in the first of his heart.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?"
Malvolio: "Fool, there was never a man so notoriously abused. I am as well in my wits, fool, as thou art."
Feste: "But as well? Then you are mad indeed, if you be no better in you wits than a fool.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.”
― William Shakespeare

“Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Them that dally nicely with words may quickly make them wanton.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Good madonna, give me leave to
prove you a fool.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Alas, that they are so!
To die even when they to perfection grow!”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Why, this is very midsummer madness.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Observe him, for the love of mockery”
― Shakespeare

“He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“How now?
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Cucullus non facit monachum; that’s as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.”
― William Shakespeare

“pleasure will be paid one time or another.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“Or I am mad, or else this is a dream.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night