Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.

Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.

All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!