Yea, from the table of my memory
I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
Within the book and volume of my brain.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
My tables,—meet it is I set it down,
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.