"lawyers Are": Perilous Mouths.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Olivia: What's A Drunken Man Like, Fool? Feste: Like A Drowned Man, A Fool, And A Madman: One Draught Above Heat Makes Him A Fool; The Second Mads Him; And A Third Drowns Him.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.