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 (Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
 (Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught read more 
 (Olivia:) What's a drunken man like, fool?
 (Clown:) Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman. One draught 
above heat makes him a fool, the seconds mads him, and a third 
drowns him. 
 Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation
 Which rises from the cup of mad impiety,
  And read more 
 Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation
 Which rises from the cup of mad impiety,
  And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication
   Which is more sober far than all sobriety. 
 Touch the goblet no more!
 It will make thy heart sore
  To its very core!  
 Touch the goblet no more!
 It will make thy heart sore
  To its very core! 
 (King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
 (Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name.  
 (King Ferdinand:) In love, I hope--sweet fellowship in shame!
 (Berowne:) One drunkard loves another of the name. 
 Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
 Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
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 Shall I, to please another wine-sprung minde,
 Lose all mine own? God hath giv'n me a measure
  Short of His can and body; must I find
   A pain in that, wherein he finds a pleasure? 
He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.
He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.
 In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
 Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
  To the read more 
 In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
 Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
  To the late revel, and protracted feast,
   Wild dreams succeeded, and disorder'd rest. 
 Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
 Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
  Into read more 
 Soon as the potion works, their human count'nance,
 Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
  Into some bruitish form of wolf or bear,
   Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat,
    All other parts remaining as they were;
     And they, so perfect in their misery,
      Not once perceive their foul disfigurement. 
 I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, 
but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should read more 
 I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, 
but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should put an enemy in 
their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should with 
joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into 
beasts!