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.

Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.

Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.