And All This Day An

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

Alas, Sir, How Fell You Besides Your Five Wits?" Malvolio: "fool, There Was Never A Man So Notoriously Abused. I Am As Well In My Wits, Fool, As Thou Art." Feste: "but As Well? Then You Are Mad Indeed, If You Be No Better In You Wits Than A Fool.

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.