Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

If Thou Couldst, Doctor, Cast The Water Of My Land, Find Her Disease, And Purge It To A Sound And Pristine Health, I Would Applaud Thee To The Very Echo, That Should Applaud You Again.