إن الإنسان يُشقيه فرطُ الغنى كما يُشقيه إملاق الفقر.

“My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.”

“Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!”

“Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.”

“O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be …”