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.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.