My crown is in my heart, not on my head.
Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.
Pardon's the word to all.