When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

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.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.