I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.

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.

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?
Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; hatred alone is inmortal.

The night is long that never finds the day.