Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend.

There is a history in all men's lives.

Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

For so work the honey bees, creatures that by a rule in nature teach the act of order to a peopled kingdom.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.