Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord?

I Hold My Peace, Sir? No; No, I Will Speak As Liberal As The North; Let Heaven And Men And Devils, Let Them All, All, All, Cry Shame Against Me, Yet I'll Speak.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.