Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

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.

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.