O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!
Do you see yonder cloud thatโs almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and โtis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
Nimble thought can jump both sea and land.
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.
Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.