in black ink my love may still shine bright.
And a man's life's no more than to say "One."
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th' other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.