For Which Of My Bad Parts Didst

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.