Tempt not a desperate man
Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
Death rock me asleep.