Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
'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.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Love is merely a madness.
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me
And simple truth miscalled simplicity