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It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do