Twelfth Night

by William Shakespeare

If music be the food of love, play on,

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.—God

Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

I would play Lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus.