Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

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 position of dignity is more easily improved upon than acquired.

A position of dignity is more easily improved upon than acquired.

Time puts an end to speculation in opinions, and confirms the
laws of nature.

Time puts an end to speculation in opinions, and confirms the
laws of nature.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Know, prudent cautious self-control
Is wisdom's root.

Know, prudent cautious self-control
Is wisdom's root.

Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.

Two sparrows on one Ear of Corn make an ill agreement.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.