A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord. hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.