Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

Falsehood falsehood cures

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

There is a history in all men's lives.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

Do you take me for a sponge, my lord? hamlet: Ay, sir; that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again. rosencrantz: I understand you not, my lord. hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.