Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord?

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.