Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.