Do you see yonder cloud that’s almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and ‘tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
The weakest goes to the wall.
And makes me poor indeed.
Who is it can read a woman?
This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.