“Words, words, words.”

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

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”

“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.”

“Pardon's the word to all.”

“Hear the meaning within the word.”

“But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds [vows] disgraced them."Viola: "Thy reason, man?"Feste: "Troth [Truthfully], sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loathe to prove reason with them.”