By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death will seize the doctor too.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.

Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.

Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones; Who, though they cannot answer my distress, Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes, For that they will not intercept my tale: When I do weep, they humbly at my feet Receive my tears and seem to weep with me; And, were they but attired in grave weeds, Rome could afford no tribune like to these.