But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

So distribution should undo excess, and each man have enough.

Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here Within the circuit of this ivory pale, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale: Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

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.

Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Take all the swift advantage of the hours.