As You Are Old And Reverend, You

If Thou Art Rich, Thou Art Poor; For, Like An Ass, Whose Back With Ingots Bows, Thou Bearest Thy Heavy Riches But A Journey, And Death Unloads Thee.

For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire Phrase.

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.