Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord?

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.

Coal-black Is Better Than Another Hue In That It Scorns To Bear Another Hue; For All The Water In The Ocean Can Never Turn The Swan's Black Legs To White, Although She Lave Them Hourly In The Flood.

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.