To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.
The icy precepts of respect.
Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.