An overflow of good converts to bad.

“You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face”

“Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my thr…”

“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his number…”

“I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit”