You Have Too Much Respect Upon The

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

Speak Comfortable Words.