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 is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

You harp perpetually on the same string.

You harp perpetually on the same string.

Love and dignity do not dwell together.

Love and dignity do not dwell together.

It is a pleasant thing to be pointed at with the finger, and to
hear it said, "That is read more

It is a pleasant thing to be pointed at with the finger, and to
hear it said, "That is he."

Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.

Souldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

The Rich knowes not who is his friend.

The Rich knowes not who is his friend.