“Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.”

“So well thy words become thee as thy wounds,They smack of honor both.”

“Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, thy dial how thy precious minutes waste”

“O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou beWhen time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case?Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow,That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow?Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feetWhere thou and I henceforth may never meet.”

“Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,Have put on black and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,Nor that full star that ushers in the even,Doth half that glory to the sober west,As those two mourning eyes become thy face:O! let it then as well beseem thy heartTo mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,And suit thy pity like in every part. Then will I swear beauty herself is black, And all they foul that thy complexion lack”

“O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhileAnd teach me how to curse mine enemies!QUEEN MARGARET. Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days;Compare dead happiness with living woe;Think that thy babes were sweeter than they were,And he that slew them fouler than he is.Bett'ring thy loss makes the bad-causer worse;Revolving this will teach thee how to curse.QUEEN ELIZABETH. My words are dull; O, quicken them with thine!QUEEN MARGARET. Thy woes will make them sharp and pierce like mine. DUCHESS. Why should calamity be fun of words?QUEEN ELIZABETH. Windy attorneys to their client woes,Airy succeeders of intestate joys,Poor breathing orators of miseries,Let them have scope; though what they will impartHelp nothing else, yet do they case the heart.DUCHESS. If so, then be not tongue-tied. Go with me,And in the breath of bitter words let's smotherMy damned son that thy two sweet sons smother'd.The trumpet sounds; be copious in exclaims.”

“Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,And you are stay'd for. There, my blessing with thee.And these few precepts in thy memorySee thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;But do not dull thy palm with entertainmentOf each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. BewareOf entrance to a quarrel; but being in,Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;For the apparel oft proclaims the man,And they in France of the best rank and stationAre of a most select and generous, chief in that.Neither a borrower nor a lender be;For loan oft loses both itself and friend,And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.This above all: to thine own self be true,And it must follow, as the night the day,Thou canst not then be false to any man.Farewell. My blessing season this in thee!”