With that he called the tailor lown. In mouths of wisest censure. Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. Ay, past all surgery. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Perry's Reliques, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery.