POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not: — but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having1 in beard is a younger brother's revenue: — Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unhanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation.

Don Pedro - (...)'In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.' Benedick - The savage bull may, but if ever the sensible Benedick bear it, pluck off the bull's horns and set them in my forehead, and let me be vildly painted; and in such great letters as they writes, 'Here is good horse for hire', let them signify under my sign, 'Here you may see Benedick the married man.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.

POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.

Hate pollutes the mind.

If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.