“I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early.”

“Afore me! It is so very late,That we may call it early by and by.”

“Though I am not naturally honest, I am sometimes so by chance.”

“But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them."Viola: "Thy reason, man?"Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”

“How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak:How Low am I? I am not yet so LowBut that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes”

“Presume not that I am the thing I was;For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,That I have turn'd away my former self;So will I those that kept me company.”