Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,

If it be made of penetrable stuff.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Such an act

That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.