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.

Can we outrun the heavens?

Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.

We will have rings and things and fine array

I cannot but remember such things were that were most precious to me.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.