The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.

The hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the
greater hides the less.

I had rather ride on an asse that carries me, then a horse that
throwes me.

I had rather ride on an asse that carries me, then a horse that
throwes me.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

It is human nature to hate those whom we have injured.
[Lat., Proprium humani ingenii, est odisse quem laeseris.]

It is human nature to hate those whom we have injured.
[Lat., Proprium humani ingenii, est odisse quem laeseris.]

One stroke fells not an oke.

One stroke fells not an oke.

It's a dangerous fire begins in the bed-straw.

It's a dangerous fire begins in the bed-straw.

Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.

Small habits, well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.

Who hath no more bread then neede, must not keepe a dog.

Who hath no more bread then neede, must not keepe a dog.

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.