All is grist that comes to the mill.

All is grist that comes to the mill.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your read more

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions: first, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death, and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgment,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on his wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death,
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our person to arraign
In ear and ear.

Nothing moves more quickly than scandal.

Nothing moves more quickly than scandal.

The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes
nothing to him but a little mony.

The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes
nothing to him but a little mony.

He claims a monopoly in friendship.

He claims a monopoly in friendship.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

The next way home's the farthest way about.

It is sheer folly to tear the hair in grief as if sorrow could be
cured by baldness.

It is sheer folly to tear the hair in grief as if sorrow could be
cured by baldness.

Cover your selfe with your shield, and care not for cryes.

Cover your selfe with your shield, and care not for cryes.

If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.

If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.