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.

Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.

Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.

Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged.

Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged.

The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.

If a good man thrive, all thrive with him.

[A woman] fiercer than a cubless tigress.

[A woman] fiercer than a cubless tigress.

With swimming looks of speechless tenderness.

With swimming looks of speechless tenderness.

Do not expect good from another's death.

Do not expect good from another's death.

But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.

But in the glances of his eye
A penetrating keen and sly
Expression found its home.