Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
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.