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.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

To fear the worst oft cures the worst.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

My love admits no qualifying dross