You May Also Like / View all maxioms
The Wolfe knowes, what the ill beast thinkes.
The Wolfe knowes, what the ill beast thinkes.
Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.
Hee that looseth his due, gets not thankes.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
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.
Zealous in the commencement, careless in the end.
Zealous in the commencement, careless in the end.
The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.
The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.
How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the read more
How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of
despising glory.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
Though last, not least in love, yours, good Trebonius.
