Twelfth Night, Act III, Sc. IV
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Twelfth Night, Act III, Sc. II
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
Twelfth Night, Act II, Sc. IV
Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.
Twelfth Night, Act I, Sc. V
One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.
Twelfth Night, Act II, Sc. V
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night, Act I, Sc. V
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out.
Twelfth Night, Act II, Sc. V
An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.
Twelfth Night, Act III, Sc. IV
An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' ld have challenged him.
Twelfth Night, Act IV, Sc. II
As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.
Twelfth Night, Act II, Sc. III
Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too.

