Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose to the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude, and in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, deny it to a king?

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.