If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

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 dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

The icy precepts of respect.