There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

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!

Speak me fair in death.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.