CLAUDIO:
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our nature do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil, and when we drink we die.
William Shakespeare - Measure for measure (I, 3)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFIzNYN1cXKCWwqS3USe0cUJLv0XFnbx0LhHUr2ZJZ_dRlyp5tVfomqovMP55nnRTc68LiJrQoNvSXeywd8YzZwjprEa38lQ6hfcr55zs9DNa0ypO1N_YJIcplZvPTuYvwBHkmiy65M8/s350-rw/1442825724852.jpeg)
From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint. Our nature do pursue,
Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
A thirsty evil, and when we drink we die.
William Shakespeare - Measure for measure (I, 3)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFIzNYN1cXKCWwqS3USe0cUJLv0XFnbx0LhHUr2ZJZ_dRlyp5tVfomqovMP55nnRTc68LiJrQoNvSXeywd8YzZwjprEa38lQ6hfcr55zs9DNa0ypO1N_YJIcplZvPTuYvwBHkmiy65M8/s350-rw/1442825724852.jpeg)