Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
POLONIUS: What do you read, my lord? HAMLET: Words, words, words.