Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.