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

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

This man, lady, hath robb'd many beasts of their particular additions: he is as valiant as a lion, churlish as the bear, slow as the elephant-a man into whom nature hath so crowded humours that his valour is crush'd into folly, his folly sauced with discretion.

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

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.