Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Thou Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Lov'd, Despis'd! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Rosencrantz My Lord, You Must Tell Us Where The Body Is, And Go With Us To The King. Hamlet The Body Is With The King, But The King Is Not With The Body. The King Is A Thing - Guildenstern A Thing My Lord? Hamlet Of Nothing. Bring Me To Him. Hide Fox, And All After!

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.