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.

Enough is as good as a feast.

Enough is as good as a feast.

The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.

The tongue walkes where the teeth speede not.

The tongue walkes where the teeth speede not.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
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Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

It is difficult to fly without wings.

It is difficult to fly without wings.

Chill penury repressed their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Chill penury repressed their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Little losses amaze, great tame.

Little losses amaze, great tame.

He that measures not himselfe, is measured.

He that measures not himselfe, is measured.