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.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
I am a feather for each wind that blows
Many dream not to find, neither deserve, and yet are steeped in favors.
Good name in man and woman is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Passion makes the will lord of the reason.