“Like madness is the glory of this life.”

“Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.”

“O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!”

“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.”

“There is method in my madness.”

“I will be brief: your noble son is mad:Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,What is't but to be nothing else but mad?”

“But shall we wear these glories for a day?Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?”