A Word for Wednesday

Pandarus :  Be moderate, be moderate.

Cressida :  Why tell you me of moderation?

                    The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,

                    And violenteth in a sense as strong

                    As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?

                    If I could temporize with my affection,

                    Or brew it to a weak and colder palate,

                    The like allayment could I give my grief:

                    My love admits no qualifying dross;

                    No more my grief, in such a precious loss.

~from Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare~