Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit:
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practise
As full of labour as a wise man's art
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.

Let's mock the midnight bell.

Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? By th' mass and 'tis, like a camel indeed. Methinks it is like a weasel. It is backed like a weasel. Or like a whale. Very like a whale.