Oh, I am fortune's fool!
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.
God grant us patience!