Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord?

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

I Have Ventured, Like Little Wanton Boys That Swim On Bladders, This Many Summers In A Sea Of Glory, But Far Beyond My Depth. My High-blown Pride At Length Broke Under Me, And Now Has Left Me, Weary And Old With Service, To The Mercy Of A Rude Stream That Must For Ever Hide Me.

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.

You Have Dancing Shoes With Nimble Soles. I Have A Soul Of Lead.

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.