The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Where Is Polonius? Hamlet In Heaven. Send Hither To See. If Your Messenger Find Him Not There, Seek Him I' Th' Other Place Yourself. But If Indeed You Find Him Not Within This Month, You Shall Nose Him As You Go Up The Stairs Into The Lobby.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.