Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

All that glitters is not gold.

My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing - GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord? HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.