Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Put thyself into the trick of singularity.

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

This is very midsummer madness.

Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.