The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

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.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me, Cassius, That You Would Have Me Seek Into Myself For That Which Is Not In Me?