A Very Little Thief Of

When Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On They Do Suggest At First With Heavenly Shows

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.