The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.