I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

Educated men are so impressive.

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.