In thy foul throat thou liest.
O King, believe not this hard-hearted man!
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
The very instant I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides To make me slave to it. ...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.