Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.
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.
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?
Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.