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.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.

Beauty within itself should not be wasted.

The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.