Falstaff:
Good faith, this same sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh. But that's no marvel, he drinks no wine! There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof; for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, that they're generally fools and cowards; which some of us should be too, but for inflammation.
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