It is a wise father that knows his own child.

If thou dost love, proclaim it faithfully.

For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Sycorax has grown into a hoop

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.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.