Polonius: What Do You Read,

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!