To John I owed great obligation:
But John unhandsomely thought fit
To publish it to all the read more

To John I owed great obligation:
But John unhandsomely thought fit
To publish it to all the nation;
Sure John and I are more than quit.

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.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

A Caske and an ill custome must be broken.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

Without favour none will know you, and with it you will not know
your selfe.

If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.

If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.

A far greater warfare lies hidden under this assumed peace.

A far greater warfare lies hidden under this assumed peace.

The deafe gaines the injury.

The deafe gaines the injury.

Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]

Prosperity lets goe the bridle.
[Prosperity lets go the bridle.]

A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master.

A wicked mans gift hath a touch of his master.