The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something Wicked This Way Comes.

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

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.