The tongues of dying men enforce attention like deep harmony.

Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.

Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

The appurtenance of welcome is fashion and ceremony.

Give me to drink mandragora.