O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.
Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.
The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!