Grace and remembrance be to you both.
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
Good words are better than bad strokes.
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.