Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
It is silliness to live when to live is torment.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
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 have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.