The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
When we are born, we cry that we have come to this stage of fools
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not.
Love is your master, for he masters you;
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
LEAR Dost thou call me a fool, boy FOOL All thy other titles thou hast given away that thou wast born with.
It ascends me into the brain; dries me there all
the foolish and dull and crudy vapours which environ it; makes it
apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and
delectable shapes; which delivered o'er to the voice, the tongue,
which is the birth, becomes excellent wit.
I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him
That they take place when virtue's steely bones
Looks bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
But if you would consider the true cause
Why all these fires, why all these gliding ghosts,
Why birds and beasts from quality and kind,
Why old men, fools, and children calculate,
Why all these things change from their ordinance,
Their natures, and preformed faculties
To monstrous quality, why, you shall find
That heaven hath infused them with these spirits
To make them instruments of fear and warning
Unto some monstrous state.
JAQUES A fool, a fool I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool a miserable world As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms and yet a motley fool. 'Good.
This is the excellent foppery of the world that when we are sick in fortune -- often the surfeits of our own behavior -- we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star.
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool, And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
A fool, a fool I met a fool i' th' forest,A motley fool.
Begin, fool: it begins 'Hold thy peace.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father
be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a prating
coxcomb, is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you, be
an ass, and a fool, and a prating coxcomb?
ROMEO But, soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love.
I know thee not, old man fall to thy prayers How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He that a fool doth very wisely hit
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
'Tis dangerous to take a
cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of
this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
Love's not time's fool.
Come, come, you are a fool,
And turn'd into the extremity of love.
Call me a fool;
Trust not my reading nor my observation,
Which with experimental seal doth warrant
The tenure of my book; trust not my age,
My reverence, calling, nor divinity,
If this sweet lady lie not guiltless here
Under some biting error.
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
Agamemnon is a fool; Achilles is a fool; Thersites is a
fool; and, as aforesaid, Patroclus is a fool.
What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag and stamp and swear
Upon my party!
To this I witness call the fools of Time,
Which die for goodness, who have lived for crime.
'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I; 'No, sir,' quoth he,
'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
And I did laugh sans intermission an hour by his dial. O noble fool, a worthy fool -- motley's the only wear.
Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Agamemnon is a fool to offer to command Achilles;
Achilles is a fool to be commanded of Agamemnon; Thersites is a
fool to serve such a fool; and this Patroclus is a fool positive.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Day, night, late, early,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man-
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer 'I'll not wed, I cannot love;
I am too young, I pray you pardon me'!
To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
I do now remember a saying, 'The fool doth think himself wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.'
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