Though this be madness, yet there is method

There's method in his madness

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let 'em be unmanly) yet are follow'd

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility; therefore, my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but k

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not.

Though those that are betray'd Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor Stands in worse case of woe