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.

But whate'er I am, nor I nor any man that but man is, With nothing shall be pleased 'til he be eased With being nothing.

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Good words are better than bad strokes.

The present eye praises the present object.