Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.

When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.

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

That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.