Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord?

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.