I Will Praise Any Man That Will

Lord Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words. Lord Polonius: What Is The Matter, My Lord? Hamlet: Between Who? Lord Polonius: I Mean, The Matter That You Read, My Lord.

Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!