“O my good lord, the world is but a word: Were it all yours to give it in a breath, How quickly were it gone!”

“The crown o' the earth doth melt. My lord!O, wither'd is the garland of the war,The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girlsAre level now with men; the odds is gone,And there is nothing left remarkableBeneath the visiting moon.”

“O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!”

“What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”

“O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kissA dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

“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.”

“What do you read, my lord?HAMLET: Words, words, words.”