Good Things Should Be Praised.

O Lord That Lends Me Life, Lend Me A Heart Replete With Thankfulness!

A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed.

But, Indeed, Words Are Very Rascals, Since Bonds [vows] Disgraced Them." Viola: "thy Reason, Man?" Feste: "troth [truthfully], Sir, I Can Yield You None Without Words, And Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loathe To Prove Reason With Them.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Season Your Admiration For A While.