Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

To wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.

I would fain die a dry death.

Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord. hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

Take you me for a sponge?