Unhealthy Tantrum
Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii

Throw physic to the dogs; I’ll none of it.
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii

What, you egg!
Young fry of treachery!
–Macbeth,
Act IV, Scene ii

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
— Macbeth,
Act III, Scene ii

To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under’t.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene v

Sleep, that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care…
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
–Macbeth,
Act II, Scene ii

I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
–Macbeth,
Act II, Scene iii

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
–Macbeth,
Act V, Scene v
… But maybe, also, don’t go around murdering everyone. You’ll feel better.