Over It
If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
–Twelfth Night,
Act I, Scene i

If music be the food of love, play on.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
–Twelfth Night,
Act I, Scene i

Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun,
it shines everywhere.
–Twelfth Night,
Act III, Scene i

But be not afraid of greatness:
some are born great,
some achieve greatness, and
some have greatness thrust upon them.
-Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene v

I do care for something; but in my
conscience, sir, I do not care for you:
if that be to care for nothing, sir,
I would it would make you invisible.
-Twelfth Night,
Act III, Scene i

Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
-Twelfth Night,
Act III, Scene i

And the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal.
-Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene iv

Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, send thee a beard!
–Twelfth Night,
Act III, Scene ii