My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!