Thornes whiten yet doe nothing.

Thornes whiten yet doe nothing.

Omittance is no quittance.

Omittance is no quittance.

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.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith.

You cannot know wine by the barrell.
[You cannot know the wine by the barrel.]

You cannot know wine by the barrell.
[You cannot know the wine by the barrel.]

The Citizen is at his businesse before he rise.

The Citizen is at his businesse before he rise.

'Tis an ill dog that deserves not a crust.

'Tis an ill dog that deserves not a crust.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.

For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's read more

For there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirm
It is the woman's part.