Polonius: What Do You Read,

I See A Man's Life Is A Tedious One.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

Oh! It Offends Me To The Soul To Hear A Robust Periwig-pated Fellow, Tear A Passion To Tatters, To Very Rags, To Split The Ears Of The Groundlings.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.