O, had I but followed the arts!

When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Suit the action to the word : the word to the action : with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

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.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.