“The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that; we this way.”

“Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.”

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

“I have learn'd that fearful commentingIs leaden servitor to dull delay;Delay leads impotent and snail-pac'd beggary.Then fiery expedition be my wing,Jove's Mercury, and herald for a king!Go, muster men. My counsel is my shield.We must be brief when traitors brave the field.”

“O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet”

“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.”

“But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bournNo traveller returns, puzzles the willAnd makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?”