The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
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.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.
Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.