No, I Will Be The Pattern Of

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.

Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What You See Them Act.

Mine Eyes Were Not In Fault, For She Was Beautiful; Mine Ears, That Heard Her Flattery; Nor My Heart, That Thought Her Like Her Seeming. It Had Been Vicious To Have Mistrusted Her.

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.

Hamlet: Lady, Shall I Lie In Your Lap? Ophelia: No, My Lord. Hamlet: Did You Think I Meant Country Matters? Ophelia: I Think Nothing, My Lord. Hamlet: That's A Fair Thought To Lie Between Maids' Legs. Ophelia: What Is, My Lord? Hamlet: Nothing.