“How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!”

“Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

“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.”

“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.”

“Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.Shall we their fond pageant see?Lord, what fools these mortals be!”

“Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the very day that young Hamlet was born, he that is mad and sent into England.""Ay, marry, why was he sent into England?""Why, because he was mad. He shall recover his wits there, or, if he do not, it's no great matter there.""Why?""'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.”

“Thou art a votary to fond desire”