Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord?

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herald Of Joy: I Were But Little Happy, If I Could Say How Much. Lady, As You Are Mine, I Am Yours: I Give Away Myself For You And Dote Upon The Exchange.