Give thy thoughts no tongue.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.
Music, moody food Of us that trade in love.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
Polonius: Do you know me, my lord? Hamlet: Excellent well. You are a fishmonger.