They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

Where Is Polonius? Hamlet In Heaven. Send Hither To See. If Your Messenger Find Him Not There, Seek Him I' Th' Other Place Yourself. But If Indeed You Find Him Not Within This Month, You Shall Nose Him As You Go Up The Stairs Into The Lobby.

This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long

Yet Mark'd I Where The Bolt Of Cupid Fell: It Fell Upon A Little Western Flower, Before Milk-white, Now Purple With Love's Wound, And Maidens Call It Love-in-idleness.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!