Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Get thee glass eyes, and like a scurvy politician, seem to see the things thou dost not.
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
I have supped full with horrors.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind