Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
A little water clears us of this deed.
Seek happy nights to happy days.W