Swift as shadow, short as any dream

Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.

one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.

Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.

Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.