Twelfth Night

• If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came oer my ear like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour! (Orsino, I.i)

• one draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him. (Feste, I.iii)

• Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest. (Olivia, I.v)

• She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy

• she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. (Viola, II.iv)

• Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. (Malvolio, II.v)

• For the rain it raineth every day. (Feste, V.i)