"Put thyself into the trick of singularity."

"Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an ale-house of m…"

"This is my lady's hand these be her very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her great P's."

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

"I think we do know the sweet Roman hand."

"Feste: What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild-fowl? Malvolio: That the soul of our grandam might haply inh…"

"Why you have given me such clear lights of favour, Bade me come smiling and cross-garter'd to you, To put on yellow s…"

"I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you."

"Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite."

"Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?"