For man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!