That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

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!

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form

He is not great who is not greatly good.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.